In shadows cast by time’s indifferent grace,
Where whispers faint of dreams once bright now fade,
The heart’s deep chamber holds a still embrace,
A vigil kept in night’s profoundest shade.
From ancient lore, in tomes of dust and age,
Where saints and sages penned their cryptic scrolls,
The words endure beyond the fragile page,
To guide the weary through their darkened goals.
In patient silence, wisdom takes its root,
The restless mind finds solace in the wait,
As seeds of hope beneath the surface shoot,
And life’s grand tapestry the hands of fate.
For all the truth that mortal tongues can say:
Wait, hope, and trust the dawning of the day.