Thank you Lord,
For you've bestowed upon me a great deal of patience.
Enough where it fills my arms as I carry the amount,
Willing to share it with anyone willing to receive it,
But there's no way for me to get it out.
I try to teach it with words.
Describe it with verbs.
And even show it in my actions.
But the quick to anger don't see this practice,
Harping upon the quickest possible satisfaction.
This transcends their understanding, and because of that, nullifies their capability to learn.
Twenty-four hour period; our modern Earth day.
I've been patient this whole time.
Since I can't get you off my mind, no how, no way.
Written 1/18/11
Sent from my CrackBerry
Reflection - As I post this up, I've sent the first draft of this originally yesterday to Blogger, but when I send things from my phone I have it set so that it only saves as a draft and isn't automatically posted. In doing this, I am able to re-read and revise what I've written either a couple moments before, or the night before so that I will feel not only better about the writing, but about what I'm trying to give the readers as an experience. Depending upon the way I was feeling during the writing process,my mood and what came out.
This is a piece of poetry that I wrote the other night. I will reveal it's meaning in the comments, after I see some good thorough guesses of what you got from it.
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