~~~~~~~~~~~~~~PATIENT~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
HOW DARK AND COLD IT MUST HAVE BEEN AS YOU WAITED ON THAT HILL,
FOR PAIN AND SIN TO TAKE IT'S TOLL,
OF DEATH TO DRINK YOUR FILL.
FOR HIM.... WHO SUFFERS ENDLESSLY WITH LIFES TEMPESTIOUS THRILL.
IN WEAKNESS SLIPPING DEEPER YET,
LOSING THE BATTLE OF WILLS.
HIS LIFE HAS BEEN AN ENDLESS WAIT.
AND TIME IS GROWING SHORTER STILL,
SO HOPELESSLY HE SEEKS THE END. DESEASE AND TIME TO MAKE ITS KILL
BUT WAIT....
WHO IS THERE THAT HEARS HIS CALLS,
WAITING WITH OUTSTRETCHED ARMS,
TO CATCH HIM AS HE FALLS?
THAT SAME SWEET LORD THAT BRAVED THE PAIN AND CHILL,
IT'S FOR HIM YOU WAITED..... AND LORD
I KNOW YOUR WAITING STILL !
..................................by Mary Edith Dillon
4-17-2000
( REV 3:10) Because you have kept the WORD of MY PATIENCE..............
This Poem was published in the National Library of Poetry in 2001
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