Patience.
Patience, what a great word it is,
Only if I'd have a real idea or this.
Everyone tries to explain in a different way,
But none really understands it, I can say.
Only God knows the meaning of such a word,
We just try to get a glimpse of this rare bird.
And if we don't succeed, we try again one more time,
Hope to became calm, peaceful, like a pleasant chime.
Emotions coming and going through our brain,
Like the storm, which brings up a quick rain,
The next minute it already passed,
There goes our patience, disappears fast.
However, someday the understanding will come,
When I'll be never sad, nor fearsome,
The glorious light of patience will became my part,
Forgiveness and mercy shall reside in my heart.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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