when patience thins

 

 

Patience is a quiet thread,  
Woven through hearts, someone said,  
Strong as stone, yet soft as air,  
A fragile grace that’s always there.  

It bends, it waits, it does not break,  
Yet cracks may form when storms awake.  
A steady hand, a mindful breath,  
A dance with time, to life or death.  

In its slow burn, we find our way,  
But lose it all if it should fray.  
A virtue firm, yet rare, it’s true—  
Patience can be both old and new.

 

 

 





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Written on 2024-11-12 at 08:24

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France England
Your opening line is a fact because I'm having to be the best I can be while staying in complete control. You're telling a story that I know all too well. Patience is power and gentle at the same time but most of all it's a lesson most people never seem to master. This poem says a lot about about how simple life can be if we learn how to sit and take the time to hear the healing effects of silence embracing patience. Well done, very well done.
2024-11-17


France England
Your opening line is a fact because I'm having to be the best I can be while staying in complete control. You're telling a story that I know all too well. Patience is power and gentle at the same time but most of all it's a lesson most people never seem to master. This poem says a lot about about how simple life can be if we learn how to sit and take the time to hear the healing effects of silence embracing patience. Well done, very well done.
2024-11-17