Groomed with anchors of girth in youth,
Pierced from the centre; a silver in the rough
Native fires brimming in her heart
Like an imago, queuing birth.
My lives are a mystery and everynow, here!
I’m a gem of promise,
Often a want, amidst the midst of sufferings.
A potent of the earth,
wafted of perseverings and,
sprinkling of godly waters delivered untaintedly, to the face of the heart.
I, the one patience,
consume the flags of
fieries – smoking the cool across moments born and unborn.
Embracing me; the emergence of holy health at the exit of life.
Patience, preserving my deeds
in the wombs of time and
in waiting, the part well played
my long-short test of life
My life is poured out as many silvers unto the plates of your minds,
Save my name to be lifted on the world’s many hearts, I Patience.
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