Be calm with yourself my friend
Let patience guide your hand
Let not passion rule the moment
For it will pass like the storm
and leave behind both wreakage
and wonders unseen before.
If there be passion, let it be gentle
an expression of love and wounds within
Let not our own pain continue the hurt
we have all suffered, forbearance will
yield sweet fruit, even delay may bear
a miracle unimangined
What seems unbearable is when we reseist
Yet in yielding we can grow in compassion
humility and willingness. It only takes a
fragment of hindsight to see, how much
is squandered and lost through anger
and the reflection of hurt in our past.
So let me end returning to love
for that is all we are in the end
Let your friends love render you
defenceless. no matter how rare
or imperfect, it is there always
in the silent pause as we breathe.
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