Patience

Like a flower waits for the sun

After the rain, to dry its dripping

Brow, to warm, caress and

Straighten its stooping stem

I wait for you

 

Like a violin waits for gentle hands

That can hold it, and make it sing

Without words, and make it weep

Without tears

I wait for you

 

Like a gray haired hermit waits

For the heavens to speak

To send him a sign, a word, a vision

Or to set his soul free at last

I wait for you