Patience Poem by Jesse Fast

In the space of fleeting time
There dwells a steady constant
A birth, a life, and then it ends
But Eternal treasures remain...

A gift it is to those who seek
To those who deem it worthy
Knowledge is the phantom call
Mysterious amidst the turmoil

You cannot pace the sun
Or make the shadows linger
Clouds hold bounty in the skies
Rain will fall as time commands

The seasons come and go
And passing winds do whisper
Until lingering sighs of winter
Break forth in songs of summer

Time is moving with you
You cannot stem the flow
The myth of years stretch on
The end of which your destiny

You may purposely implore
For certain signs to answer
Be still, give all, and wait...
God moves in His own time

The key of time is this;
The wait and call of patience
Wisdom dwells in quietness
In stillness now it calls you...