Love, you teach me patience, the kind that matters: forbearing when I am tired, and enduring when my heart is troubled, hoping when those around me are bitter, and being kind when I do not know I have any kindness left. Love, you teach me patience. The doves rest in the trees waiting, patiently. I follow and I sit at your feet and learn, turning my heart back again and again to you, to sing your praises, to study your ways, and to bear up and bear on as you call me. Amen.