The Weight of Waiting

The wise wait a little longer
Even if haste presses hard like hunger
The foolish stare and wonder
Why should one wait despite the hunger?

Living begins through the vessel of creation
A newcomer descends from the seed bearer
Weak, helpless and innocent
Even kings start their lives this way
While they wait for their day

Hoe weak are the eyes
That sees gold as mere stones
It is better to freeze like ice
Better to be dust and bones
That to have lights that cannot shine

It is wise to wait a little longer
It’s a way to see the strength of the weak
It’s a way to reach the gold in the depths
A way to get the best from the rest
A way to climb a hill to the peak

The king is born a baby
The tree is in the seed
The night will turn to day
The future is in today

Wisdom cries for a longer wait
Haste presses on the wise like a weight
The same weight that weakens the foolish
And sets their future on the wrong footing