Greetings ST, and All,
When I heard about Terry Anderson’s passing yesterday, one of his self-described ‘prison poems’, “Patience”, from his 1993 memoir, Den of Lions – detailing his 7-year captivity in Beirut [1985-1991] came to mind again. A printout of the poem – a thank you from a patient – hung above my office desk during my working years. I’d like to share it with you, again, dear readers, in Anderson’s honor. I pray he’s found the peace he sought: Semper Fidelis/Fair Winds and Following Seas.
Patience is not a virtue–
It’s a necessity, a survival trait,
an ever-filling well, from which I sip, or gulp,
Exhausted by the desert of this non-life.
My faith surges and recedes;
hope sometimes abandons me,
leaving only patience.
I kick and scream and flail inside my head;
patience offers only soft resistance,
washing gently at my rage.
I know if I dive deeply, I will find patience, hope, and faith
emerging from a single source, eternal and unchanging.
~Terry A. Anderson
Thanks for reading!
Until next time: Peace be in and with us all! Chaps,…Out!
These words are still moving – and inspiring, too. Thanks for the chance to repost this.
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Jesus Christ is the Messiah and source of true peace and happiness.
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Amen and Alleluia, ST!
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