A bird flies in lazy circles high in the air
beneath clouds of the most pristine white.
A piercing cry drifts down to my ear:
patience to bring what lies beyond sight.
The mountains stand on their massive feet;
whispering untold mysteries peak to peak.
I stand among them, tasting knowledge so sweet:
patience to summon the miracles I seek.
The waters ebb and surge with timeless grace,
washing the world with their quiet caress.
Wearing away the edges of inner space:
patience to shape a world to bless.
Time crawls through a musty cavern
with slow, deliberate intent.
Time gives all creatures their turn;
patience gives us our heaven sent.