How often am I patient?
With myself?
With others?
With life's many situations?
How often do I say,
If only I'd waited?
If only I hadn't acted so quickly,
Spoken so soon?
Patience allows me to wait,
For the right time,
The right decision,
And to wait for others,
To accept others as they are.
I put no demands on others.
How often do my thoughts and feelings race recklessly,
Like a river in flood,
An old reaction,
An instant emotional outburst,
And I carry the damage.
But in my mind's eye,
I can see a gate,
Regulating the river of thoughts and feelings.
This gate of patience simply,
Slows me down.
It allows clarity and accuracy.
It opens up my vision,
And gives me time to think,
To observe,
To enjoy this moment of now,
To assess the future,
Gently.
It is protection,
Dividing feelings from expression.
It regulates which ones are let through,
To bring benefit to myself and others.
On the river of life,
I make an aim,
To be constantly happy and content.
As I journey on,
There will be obstacles,
Which test me.
But from the gate of patience in my mind,
I am undisturbed.
I see them as being valuable,
In learning lessons,
In building strength,
Patience allows me to continue,
To get on with something I need to finish,
To be able to see the future,
It gives me encouragement.
With patience,
I can observe myself,
And understand myself,
Honestly.
I have special qualities,
No one else has.
The more I practice patience,
Allowing the right thoughts and feelings,
The stronger I become.
So one day,
My feelings are so strong,
They are worthy of instant expression.
Then,
I have total freedom,
And my life is whole,
Reflecting contentment,
Happiness,
And love.
Thank you.