“Patience is a virtue not many folks possess” is the only line of a poem my wife wrote

Which came into my mind recently when my wife while more asleep than awake

Pushed against me with force while lying beside me in bed, not seeming to know it was me her husband whom she thrust at

Within a split second my own anger sparked within me to retaliate; any notion of patience faded

If I the husband of nearly 40 years felt such anger towards such child-like women as my wife

Was incapable of containing unwarranted anger toward my own wife

Then I do not deserve to be loved or forgiven, because at that moment in time I was neither patient or forging

The Lord God thankfully stayed my hand from harming my beloved wife, in the way my anger would have directed me to do

Afterthought: Patience needs to be practised daily along with prayer so it may grow and replace all that is not of God