A Thing of Time and Patience

When the potter started to clay out of wisdom,moulded in stages light,separating night from day and within time perfected all pages. A thing of time and patience blesses the shoulders of the wise and the trueness of a firm conscience builds solidly joy in the eyes for what patience can't do, impatience does neither though tomorrow seems odd for the hangs that swim quicker. But hear therefore the song of the shephered "in the watchful eyes of season the rain must clatter dusty grounds,and dusty ground sprouts forages ,and forages bost the thigh of sheep " so therefore guide your craving in the tickling of the clock, and where delay seems as dailies or fog seems to cloud the sky sing the song of the shepherd.