With patience

Speak, but yet soft
In slow and steady manner
In earnest yet grave voice
Not unprofound so…
Thus spake the Shepherd on
That lonely mount in
Andalusia…
That on a gray featureless dawn,
One could be so simple,
Yet so wise…

These words, spoken with understanding…
Patience, to learn, is a virtue came slow…
The words yet simple
Imbibed a most profound interest in me…
And I through my thoughts yet unformed
Making my same path down to the pastures
Thinking
What understanding thus provides
This world with, so intricate
Yet simplicity itself,
That one world alone…
Sufficient
Patience.