Poem: Patience

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Patience

Let times hasty hand,

Chase the knell, ring the clinging bell.

We all so easily accept this plot

We let the time tables,

Squeeze us, breaking forth into a trot.

To make the tube in time or bus,

What a rush, what a fuss.

 

Sublime the sturdy tree, an oak maybe,

Holds forth the surging seasons tide,

Stands resolute, no fear

That autumn might not make its mark,

Strip the leaves, reveal the bark.

 

Caught in winters chill

the chlorophyll  leaf will not flutter free,

Steeped in patient wait, all, in still create.

 

This lesson takes me patient by the hand,

My racing hectic mind,

Takes the image of today,

Wraps it softly in a smile of yay,

I pocket.

Tomorrows coming, Patient yet another day.

2013 August

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