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.
Copyright © Sunday Ameh | Year Posted 2008
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