Waiting
Patience is not only an ability to wait; but being steady, calm and serene while waiting out of faith. It’s about to withstand with equanimity. In an hour of waiting, we babble against time and fate. It’s nothing but one kind of complaining. We prattle or bloviate; but instead of it we can believe; my shall come to me. Though Burroughs was burdened by many problems and responsibilities at the time, thought the outlook for the future was anything but promising, he did not “rave against time or fate.” He did not become bitter, impatient, resentful. He looked within himself and found his own tranquility. In the midst of turmoil and uncertainty he was able to write, “Serene, I fold my hands and wait.” We reap what we have sown. It is inevitable. We can not avoid it. Fruits will be ripen and meet me at right time and in the right space. It is assured to come. As a brook springs and sprints in the rain; it draws and flows certainly. In this disquieting times, “Waiting” ha