Patience

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Patience

Is this the door, my Lord, my King, the one
you call me to? Is this the way you mean
for me to know then follow through?
I am
so weary of the search but rest is only death.
Elijas, would you help me hear?
I am
collapsed beneath the tree; I’ve fled for fear
and know not where the mountain is ahead.
Ahead behind where left when right I’m lost
I cannot hear. To rise and eat as you
were told or wait and wait in fear.
Two doors
appear, which one to take but neither are
to open

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