If I speak in the tongues of mortals and of angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give away all my possessions, and if I hand over my body so that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. 1 Corinthians 13: 1 – 7
Patience is not compliance – it is not meek, or weak, or mild;
Patience is not always acceptance, but defiance, and tensile steel strong.
Patience gives of itself, but is not a doormat upon which fear can be trodden;
Patience seeks, and probes and prays like a coursing river, foaming and wild.
It aches deep in its bones, in the breath of its soul;
And it weeps when it must though the tears are not told.
Yet it stands, resolute and unbowed, a mountain that does not fall;
And it withstands, undaunted, weathering storms, strong and tall.
Born of deepest love, seeing clearly, its joy carried as choirs sing ;
Nourished by faith and kept cool in the beat of the angels wings.
Patience dreams, keeping open its arms, a candle always alight;
Marking the way, the path, the place, the day, the night
when patience job is done
and love has finally won.