The Art of Wait
Patience is a virtue,
the art of waiting in silence,
not judging anything that comes your way,
just taking it in without complain,
for it was meant to happen that way,
for nothing you see is a mere coincidence,
nothing you feel is just an ordinary,
nothing you find can just be discarded away.
Those who sit still and wait without vain,
are bound to be rewarded with more gain,
than pain like those who seek the evil way.
It is an act that seeks to make humankind,
meditate from within the soul and brain,
think long and hard on ways to make,
everything better with each passing day.
It is a tool that beings can use to drain,
the soul off any gathering pain,
we go through trying to make ends,
meet at the point we hope to stay.
It is a weapon that mankind can slain,
the evil in one strike rather than take,
several blind jabs just to make it go away.
The weapon that can make us rise above the strain,
the stress we go through just to put out the flame,
burning inside destroying our aim.
The patient wait in silence in the midst of a stormy rain,
they wait as the devil tries to reign.
They wait,
still till evil thinks it will win,
till the devil thinks it has shuttered everything on land and sea,
till the dreams begin to faded and not be seen....
Then they strike,
with one slay they put the devil to shame,
with one strike they chase the evil away from their head,
with just one word they pray God brings all grace,
with just one word all dreams are made.
Patience is a virtue,
learn it by heart and let it brighten the day,
let it shield your heart from a wreck,
and God will reward you with plenty like drops of rain.
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