“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









