The Method Of Patience Poem by Shannon Wade

The method of patience
Isn’t funny how the thing that you try so hard to do
Seems at times impossible?
From the start certain values and rules have been set into play
But naturally we are tempted by what we are told not to do
So for awhile we dance about in disobedience
I’d be a liar if I said that sin isn’t at times fun
Yet everything that feels good
Smells good
Taste good
Isn’t always good for you
Too much of anything breeds contempt
All the rushing
The wanting
The hoping
The demanding
Needs to simply be put on paused
Patience seems to be pretty lonely these days
Seems as though we’ve forgotten her importance
Including myself at times

By Shannon Hogan