Patience knows waiting in the sun.
The sun has no loving fire.
Fire awakens the passions of desire.
Desire is wedded to life.
Life clouds with strife.
Strife is uncomfortable with laughter.
Laughter softens the cries of despair.
Despair robs life of hope.
Hope is like clouds in the skies.
Out of the skies fall tears that cry
The cries of new-born infants.
– May 16, 2009
