Patience…#148

 

“Baraboo, Wisconsin Devils Lake Hills”

 

Author’s Note: To one who loves life, has great patience; is at home in the hills, mountains and valleys of this earth.

 

Patience…

 
When a crouching fiery sky

leans down upon your hills,

gently; and a silky glow falls

toward the earth does your

soul also glow? Does your

gentle patience that never

angers lay quietly in wonder

within you?

 
When the snow covers the

earth, and frost hardens upon

your eyes or the green grass

goes to mucky dirt, are your

hills still your greatest gift

from Mother Nature? Does

your gentle patience that never

angers lay quietly in wonder

within you?

 
When you run and pain grips

you like iron bars, bolts tighten;

hopeless your body bends and

breaks. Does your gentle

patience that never angers lay

quietly in wonder within you?

 
The day windless, the world, the

moon, the sun, will they someday

end? Does your gentle patience

that never angers lay quietly in

wonder within you?

 

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2 thoughts on “Patience…#148

  1. A wondrous poem Elizabeth,…..ahh .. the patience within…….my patience grew within me due to life’s demands to become more and more patient, as the sands of time’s granules become rougher…… Now my acquired patience lives gently within my soul…….

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