What do you do when
You already know the answer
But the time of the question
Has not come?

Wait.
Sit.
Be,
Still.

Let obedience be a key,
A vessel and that
Yes, shall be an open door
Into a new season.

Waking
Dragging
Wanting
Hoping.

So much more to life.

Seeing the trouble
Not knowing what to do…

Waiting
Dragging
Hoping
Wanting.

i've longed for you for so long
but you went on with someone you hated
but i will wait
and wait
and wait
and wait
and wait
and wait
like a dog waiting for you to come home

i will wait

I stare with an endless hope — an aching
in the deepest part of me, envisioning
the beauty that my eyes will behold
as I wait; I hold onto that hope,
knowing that one day;
I will gaze into what my heart
has patiently desired to see.

Prowess, judgment, and bravery
Solitude is a walking hope
Tours of energy, have the world savory
Delighted with peace, a rallying cry of cope?

Delivering the news
Of austerity, the tout of power
Has the future, a fusion of a worlds good
Separate me from a stir of vicinity, baring is how?

Hello since a raging storm, has the voice
A waiting hour, to search forces for voids
Of caring for a wish of simplicity, a unifying choice
To place the service of ourselves, into the light of sorts?

Gifts of love?
Seldom to venture forth, with the arms of fated curiosity
Charisma in a whole ley, of works we dote are us
But a risk of beauty to a chaste, is it virtuosity?

The cloth of voiced persuasion
Halt and eschew the truth, a weary solemnity
Just for peace's argument, is tomorrow a savior's intuition?
Just because willingness has a soul, do we know a nativity?

For the silence of creation, a secret of simplicity
Worthing itself, as a shared host, of what was might
Many and decision, any and intimation, of divine sincerity
Has the moment and the need, of a universal right...

Children grew, with the passion of inclusion...
A habit of vice, to vindicate a victory
That has the voice of dependency, a filial cause to win
The marvel of understanding what will, a patience in history

Consider the garden of your life
carefully
and remember I am a wild rose
I can be cut back
but I will outlast walls

Patience is a word
That I had never cared for
Until I met you

“What happens now?” she said, as they gazed upon the ocean atop a cliff of no return and it seemed the options limited.

“You’ll have to wait and see,” replied the sky with its hue of deep blue and wispy clouds floating about aimlessly.

“This must be a lesson,” she acknowledged, and began to ponder the varied circumstances surrounding her worry.

“Indeed,” whispered the pine tree weathered by the storms it had soldiered throughout the decades of standing tall.

“It is a lesson in patience!” shouted the ant, with voice barely heard yet tireless duties indispensable to the surroundings.

“I see you,” murmured the girl as the wind cradled her shoulders like a mother’s hug and guided forward on.

You plant thoughts as leaves gently wander,
Passions pulse through pathways, profound and precise,
In the purity of petals, where phronesis lies.

You, the paragon of patience, a perennial sage,
With palms that nurture petals, planting wisdom on each page.
Under the pergola of pondering, you prune with care.

From the garden of the mind, in a perpetual maze,
Paving pathways of purpose,
In the garden, pure thoughts are found

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