I want to invent
a new word for 
patience.
It has such 
a sour taste
when I say it,
a crashing sound
when I hear it,
and it carries such 
a heavy load
when I know I need it.

I think I shall just
stop using it – 
this patience thing – 
that is, oh, so
cumbersome
and
imposing.

But what will I do or say
when its necessity
arises?

“Have faith,
dear one,
My Light
outshines your
longing.”