Patience is still, quiet, smoldering embers
Waiting to be stirred into raging flame.
Smoldering embers following natural patterns,
Yet never allowing the Ignited to ever remain the same.
Patience is contentment mixed with godly dissatisfaction.
It is time, plus character…so sure…so sure.
Slow, undeterrable joy kindling in a life–
Asmolder in the promise of the future.
Patience produces something bigger than that which started it all off.
It, like those embers, is way down. Underneath.
Quietly building, secretly growing, silently preparing
For the world-brightening Light it’s meant to release.