There are times I believe I have patience, and there are times I want to curl up in a ball and tell the world to get it over with — I’m tired of waiting. I had a phone interview for a great job last week. At the end they said they would be making their decision this week. Arhh.. its Wednesday already. I have carried my cell phone with me everywhere – even into the shower. I check my e-mail constantly. My focus is gone. I am having trouble reading any thing that has more than 2 sentences.
As for patience – here is one of my favorite poems by John Burroughs.
Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more ‘gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.
I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.
Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.
What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it hath sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.
The waters know their own and draw
The brook that springs in yonder height;
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight.The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me.
And I move on, thanks for letting me whine!