"As patients we will be with you
will we be what thou art with us, O Lord
:
and then back as the man of the fields
a time that sowed
and then waited for the turn of seasons,
the alternation of rain and sun;
so, while we wait
the signs of your coming.
Lord, perhaps the gift is patience
that we miss the most:
patience in front of your silence, patience
ence for your absences and your delays,
for many things we do not understand:
Lord, 'that we do not lose
too little patience that endures.
And you do not lose patience with us ..
you are a God that sentence for the man, as anyone.
You said in your patience possess your lives
:
so, Lord. "
(David Maria Turoldo).
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