My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations; Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience. But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing. James 1: 2-4
Time trial of patience waiting for the dreams ingrained in mind:
Time trial of patience staying focused on my expected end, grind’n till hope begins to develop & faith envelops eye sight.
I fight the good fight, spoken word swings like sword swipes,
I speak “till verbal articulation forms my hearts conversations; Greasing the steel wheels of patience.
Time trying my resilience but I still proceed with heaven-sent perseverance.
Greater vision opens the gates to mediocrity’s prison, escaping, my hearts racing, as I’m gazing into higher dimensions…
ADVANCE
Patently advancing to thee O, mountain top; Pressing forward while keeping my objective in sight,
I must fight & strive to enter like the fresh sun rays strive to bring life at the end of winter.
I must press into my rest;
Patience My Son…
Patience…
I hear as I preserver through the raging storm that surrounds me, seeming to drown me, as it draws nearer.
But with no fear of failure I press with patience on my breath. Times of peace I find in the eye of this storm, my mind easing back, back to my dreams & immortal hopes.
With a loud voice as boisterous as thunder I shout, ADVANCE!!!
Patience collides with urgency creating a breath of fervency laced with the command of Man,
” PEACE… Be still!”
The raging storm subsides, frustrations found overrun by patience, I advance towards the climax of this journey.
The waters of relief wash the fatiguing stresses of my mind. I scan the valley of promise surveying all that is mine….
An exhale of AT LAST exits, as breath is refreshed, I enter into my promise land now finally at rest….
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