Where Patience Dwells

I see patience 
Lurking in the breeze,
Testing ancient trees that stay standing,
Rooted deep, their strength expanding.

I feel patience 
In the waves of the ocean
Caressing the shore with timeless grace,
A dance that has no hurry, no race. 

I hear patience
In the harmonious laughter of a child
Learning to walk and stumble,
Yet, they never crumble.

I sense patience
In the girl who ran into a man, 
She once believed was “the one,”
Still, her smile rises, persistent like the sun.

I hold patience
In the soft, wrinkled hands of an elder
Telling stories of tradition,
To eager ears, not minding repetition.

I find patience
In the pen of a writer,
Inked scribbles smudged across the page,
Pausing mid-line, their thoughts pacing in a cage.

Patience lives
In the heartbeat of time
A steady rhythm that never unwinds,
The clock’s soft ticking, calm and kind.