Good Things Come to Those Who Wait...

Patience is a Virtue...

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait

Patience stands, a quiet friend,
Through storms that rage, through paths that bend.
It whispers softly, “Hold on tight,
The darkest hours birth the light.”

The seedling buried deep in the earth,
Awaits its moment, finds its worth.
With time and care, it breaks the ground,
A bloom of beauty, life profound.

The river carves the stone so slowly,
Its gentle touch, a steady flow.
Through years it shapes, through time it streams,
Transforming rock to softened dreams.

In waiting lies a strength untold,
A treasure worth its weight in gold.
For fleeting haste can often blind,
What steady hearts will surely find.

The stars that glow in midnight skies,
Took eons long to softly rise.
Their brilliance is now a timeless sight,
A gift for those who love the night.

So trust the clock, let seasons play,
Each moment builds a brighter day.
The sweetest fruits, the grandest fate,
Are gifts to those who choose to wait.

Jacob M