Deep End Of Patience
Less is said about us but we are not in a sunless world
And I know God had a Son.
So I took a careful look at Life’s lessons...
These lessons were classrooms in a slow winding road that giving little joys and big pains.
In the garden of knowledge I stood with the children who taught me ...
Their noises always awakening my muse to the deep end of patience.
Their murmurings to the flourishing of my creativity.
Less never made a man; but lessons made the teacher without a tea cup.
(2002)
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