Patience, A Quiet Sentinel
Patience, a quiet sentinel,
stands watch at the threshold of your soul,
holding the storms at bay,
whispering to the wild winds of adversity.
It hums softly in the stillness between breaths,
reminding you that all things bloom in season—
that the rose waits for the sun’s embrace,
and even the stars rise on the horizon of their time.
In patience, time loses its edge—
no longer are you hurried by the restless ticking of the clock.
The present opens wide like a meadow after rain,
and you walk gently, unburdened by the weight of tomorrow.
Gratitude, like the first blush of dawn,
spills golden light into the shadowed corners of your heart.
It tenderly gathers the small, unnoticed moments—
a smile, a breeze, the quiet warmth of morning tea—
and stretches them into vast oceans of joy.
Gratitude teaches your eyes to linger,
to see abundance woven delicately into the fabric of the ordinary.
Where the world glimpses scarcity,
gratitude uncovers treasures, shimmering and eternal.
With each breath of thankfulness,
the weight of longing eases—
you find nothing is ever truly missing,
only waiting to be seen through softer eyes.
And love—ah, love—
woven like silk through the tapestry of your being,
the golden thread binding you to all things.
It softens the jagged edges of the world,
stretching far beyond what the eyes perceive.
Love speaks in the quiet language of eternity,
in every leaf that unfurls,
in every wave that kisses the shore.
It holds you in moments of breaking,
guiding you gently toward your highest self.
Love is the alchemist,
turning even the heaviest stones in your heart
into wings of light and flight.
Together—patience, gratitude, and love—
unlock the sanctuary hidden within your soul.
Cradle these treasures as a child cradles sunlight in cupped hands.
In their presence, happiness ceases to be something you chase—
it becomes the air you breathe,
the rhythm beneath your feet,
the quiet song that leads you home.
You discover that joy was never beyond the horizon;
it has always lived here,
resting softly in the spaces you dared to keep open.
MyKoul