Ode to Patience

Who guides the hand that plants the seeds
scattered like dust
and lying in wait
for a vision
of what is yet to grow
And who watches the sun
move between shapes of stars
knowing that the rain
will come
eventually
Temperer of the internal fire
I have an urge
to move
I need
to move
But you show me how to be still
My throat burns with words I want to speak
It feels like they will choke me
But you show me how to be quiet
I can allow the good things to come
They will come
eventually
Embrace what is here and now
and see how in the stillness, there is peace
Peaceful waiting

Daily writing prompt

Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.

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