Patience and Perfection

There's been a million little starts
along the path of life's journey
but only a handful of completions.
At least half a dozen books unwritten
just seeds sprinkled on rich soil
but sprouting is the business of others.
I plant, occasionally water,
then in the silent hours before Dawn
I move on. I guess I've always been that way.
Just a tiny drop in the ocean.

Life taught me to lay low
many, many, many years ago
guard my happiness - a rare and precious sign,
rejoice always in the goodness of God
tie me, tether me, eternally unbind,
and I don't mind...
No, no, no -
I don't mind.

Patience and perfection
were never my forte'.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Smith Avatar
March 6, 2020 at 7:26 PM
Excellent insight and a well polished article, that gives off a good reflection. I think also others might have different perspective on level of patience and perfection that has come to fore in producing this piece. Regards David in NZ
Lindsey Avatar
March 6, 2020 at 7:30 PM
Thank you, David. :-)
Bangalee Avatar
April 2, 2019 at 6:09 AM
beautiful poem penned
Lindsey Avatar
April 3, 2019 at 10:04 AM
Thank you, Mahtab. ??
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March 9, 2019 at 9:25 PM
Catie, I swear I have seen your name before. Maybe you won a poetry contest? Welcome to Poetry Soup. Like your poem because of the sheer truth revealed. "Life taught me to lay low many, many, many years ago guard my happiness - a rare and precious sign," Love this!
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