Pause.

 

Beloved,

don’t tell me

to be patient.

I am done

with this idle

not-doing,

this waiting that

wastes

and dulls.

 

Tell me, beloved,

to strengthen my heart.

Tell me to look to the ones

who spoke fire.

Tell me there is work to do

in the waiting,

a field to be cultivated,

a place to labor

during the watching

 

until,

beloved,

I lay myself down

among the

ready harvest,

spent and

drenched with the rains

early and

late.

-Jan Richardson,  Another Name for Patience

 

You move in and beyond us, inviting us to fashion the world anew in love. 

– Carla A. Grosch-Miller, from Psalm 3,  Psalms Redux: Poems and Prayers