Patience Poems

The straw that breaks the camel's back

I run in circles all day long
doing a heap of chores and
getting things done
but I'll tell you what I truly find exhausting.
It's the waiting and not knowing,
it sets me back and slows me down.
It frustrates me to the bitter end.

Instead of multitasking
I end up multimasking
juggling and pretending
to be the patient person
that I'm really not.

DAILY GRATITUDE HARD WORK, PATIENCE AND LUCK

I am grateful for the combination of hard work, 
patience and luck
because I am experienced enough to know
If I work hard 
and am patient
eventually
I’ll find the place where the four leaf clover grows.

Just Hold On

In the crucible of life, where dreams are forged and tested,
A paradoxical truth abides, that sometimes we must let go,
To resurrect anew, like phoenixes from the ashes born,
Our prayers, like seeds sown in the earth, take time to germinate and dawn.

The responses we seek, though delayed, will arrive in perfect time,
For in the celestial clockwork,

The Rose's Worship

The rose, beholding thy bright face, entranced hath grown,
All eye and cheek and ear in worship lost and shown.

Thou stole my heart, O heedless one—I still recall,
Though thou hast forgotten me, I stand and heed love’s call.

’Tis dawn, bring forth that wine jar, bearer, on whose face
Thy beauty's form in painted art hath found its

Patience is a Virtue

Tough, but ever hip,
Our Miss Patience said,
"You all never tip,"
"So, patience is dead."

"Here's some more bad news,"
"You all leave a mess."
"Got grease on my shoes,"
"And stains on my dress."

"Then, when my day ends,"
"And finally get home,"
"My family and friends,"
"Can smell me from Gnome!"

"No more free coffee,"
"And no more free swill,"
"No more sweet toffee,"
"Best just pay

Patience

Sometimes I miss you terribly 
Because I love you crazily
But I do love you sensibly
So never be concerned by me
No crystal ball for us to see
To look ahead to what will be
But what I know intrinsically?
Inside an acorn lives a tree

Patience

Patience teaches us to wait;  
Not everything in life happens as desired;  
Some moments arrive in subtle fragments.  

Patience encourages us to find an opening in the inky window;  
The meadow is lush and full of life;  
The doorway lies in the eyes through the mind.

Patience serves as the ladder

The Tarrowing

There is no shame in lingering where possibility lives.”

I tarrow
at the edge of becoming,
half-ghost, half-girl,
unsure which silence to trust.

My fingers
hover over doors I built,
but never dared to open.
Not fully.

There’s a name I no longer say
in the voice I used to have.

There’s a love
pressed between two lifetimes—
not gone, just
folded.

I tarrow,
not out of fear,
but reverence.
Not everything must

Filtered Through Consciousness

like steaming water seeps through the openings in the bottom of a colander
the wisdom of ages past is filtered by my conscious mind
leaving all but a few bits and pieces caught in the process

I am ashamed to only share the remnants of the astounding truth that came to me
giving only the morsels that manage to

My Special Child's Wheelchair is Like My Patience

Hilariously alike indeed
My special child's wheelchair and my patience when they are freed
Toward great fun to meet triumphantly necessary need
Like driving against gloomy mood for exuberant deed...

When soaring for delightful pursuits no to miss
My son's wheelchair maneuvers with bliss
Such is my patience from heart's grateful abyss
Praising the Lord for the help of every Brod and

Patience

I want [fill in the blank] - Nope!
I would like [fill in the blank] - Not at all!
Here's the news: that isn't the reply
Whenever you ask for something.

Indeed sometimes the answer is No;
The other answer is an instant Yes - But!
There is another reply:
"Yes, but you will have to... Wait."
For how long? You might ask.
Well when you are Ready for it.
When

Sanguine Patience

False faces and pretentious promises churn my heart,
like what the desert storm does to the dunes. 
I can’t calm down my mind’s twirling turbulence
as the friction of fury shatters the shield of restraint.
Defenseless and discounted I disintegrate, 
turn fanatically into discarded debris of indignity,
as the cloud of conceit rises from the abyss of intolerance.

Patience then

Empty Pages

The blank page
waits.

Not empty!
full of words
not yet written,
poems
not yet born.

Every line
holds a secret,
every space
a song.

I stare
at white paper
and see
everything

I could say
but haven't
said yet.

The page
is patient.
It knows
some
thing
wants
to come out.

All the poems
that might be
live here
in the quiet
before
the first word
falls.

Patience

To grow in wisdom, truth, and love, one must welcome and embrace patience

The Patience of Ripening

You were picked straight from the stem—
a fruit fresh atop the bowl of offerings,
something that must be
fleece laid over blade.
Not taken, but accepted.
Not bitten, but cradled.

And still, I would let you be
the spiked fruit between my teeth—
If you asked.
If not to taste your sweet,
then to feel your sting
against my tongue.
Pain can be a kind of

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