Patience: A Virtue Timelessly True

Patience: A Virtue Timelessly True

In the quiet hours before dawn breaks,
Patience sits, in stillness, not a breath she takes.
She whispers not, nor stirs the night,
But waits with calm, for morning light.

Her heart is steady, her gaze serene,
In her presence, all seems clean.
No rush, no haste, no urgent call,
For she knows well that time,
Will bring it all.

The river flows at its own pace,
Carving paths in gentle grace.
Mountains rise and crumble slow,
Yet in their fall, new seeds will grow.

She sees the oak, tall and grand,
But remembers well its journey from the sand.
From acorn small to towering tree,
It took long years, but it grew free.

And so she waits, with open heart,
Knowing each end is just a start.
In the cocoon, the caterpillar dreams,
Of wings and flight, of bright sunbeams.

Patience knows the silent prayer,
The whispered hopes held in the air.
She cradles them with tender care,
Until the day they’re answered, fair.

In the garden, seeds are sown,
But it’s in waiting that they’re grown.
With time and care, they’ll reach the sky,
But in their roots, they lie not shy.

For all that’s meant, in time will be,
As rivers find their way to sea.
The sun will rise, the moon will wane,
But Patience holds through joy and pain.

She watches lovers, young and bold,
Who often think that love will fold.
But in her wisdom, she knows true,
That love grows deep as years accrue.

In hardship’s face, she does not flee,
For in the struggle, strength she sees.
She knows that gold is tried by fire,
And through the flames, we climb higher.

She sits with those who long for peace,
Whose troubled minds seek sweet release.
In Patience, they find a friend,
Who stays with them until the end.

When dreams seem far, like distant stars,
She reminds us of who we are.
Not fleeting moments, nor hurried goals,
But endless journeys of our souls.

In the artist’s hand, she gently rests,
As they create their finest tests.
For masterpieces take their time,
To weave their tales, to paint their rhyme.

She guides the farmer’s steady hand,
As they work the waiting land.
The harvest comes when it is due,
Not before the earth is through.

She walks with those who face defeat,
Reminds them of life’s bittersweet.
For every loss can be a gain,
In lessons learned, in strength attained.

In nature’s realm, she is the queen,
In every leaf, in every scene.
The seasons turn, the years do pass,
Yet in her wisdom, time’s an hourglass.

She whispers softly, “Hold on, dear,
For what you seek is drawing near.”
In waiting, there’s a certain grace,
A beauty in the still embrace.

For Patience knows what time reveals,
The secrets that the heart conceals.
In quiet moments, truths unfold,
And in her arms, they’re gently told.

Through life’s long road, she is the guide,
By her hand, we’re led with pride.
In every challenge, every tear,
Patience is the one who stays near.

She teaches us to let things flow,
To trust in what we cannot know.
For in the end, what’s meant to be,
Will find its way, as rivers to the sea.

So in the stillness, let her stay,
As you walk your chosen way.
For Patience is the quiet might,
That turns the darkest night to light.

She is the calm within the storm,
The steadfast heart, the gentle norm.
In her, we find the strength to wait,
To trust in love, to trust in fate.

For all the world moves at her pace,
In every corner, in every place.
Patience reigns, both strong and true,
A virtue timeless, ever new.