Waiting And Patience Poem by ashok jadhav

I sit with time, my hands held open wide,
While hours drift like clouds that will not stay;
The heart grows restless, yet I learn to bide
The quiet space where wanting learns to pray.
Each moment asks me not to rush its pace,
But trust the rhythm slow and deeply set;
In waiting, hope puts on a gentler face,
And teaches faith I have not mastered yet.
The seed lies hidden, patient in the ground,
Unseen, unheard, yet certain of its bloom;
So too my dreams, in silence tightly bound,
Prepare their light within the waiting room.
Patience is not the absence of desire,
But calm belief that time will feed the fire.