In the quiet of waiting, patience blooms,
A gentle strength that fills up empty rooms.
It whispers softly, "All in good time,"
As we learn to trust in the rhythm and rhyme.
Like a seed in the earth, patience takes root,
Nurtured by faith and a resolute pursuit.
It teaches us grace in moments of trial,
And wraps us in peace, mile after mile.
So let us embrace this virtue so rare,
For in patience, we find a love beyond compare.
It's a steady hand in a world of haste,
A beacon of hope in the darkest of days.
So let us be still, let us breathe, let us be,
For in patience, we find our truest beauty.
