Patience

A month of illness
My body has slowed it’s pace
In haunting stillness
My mind wanders into space

And oh, what strange dreams!
Like film, I see before me
Are these merely schemes
To heal what I cannot see

Patience, is the word
To ponder, plan, and have faith
That life will be stirred
And strength will infuse this wraith

via Daily Prompt: Patience

2 comments

  1. Sounds almost as if a medieval poet could write this, like a cloistered monk or nun longing for the meaning of vocation but slowed by distraction.

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