Be patient, oh my heart, I cannot rush
Or that which lives in me will soon be crushed
Noone can speed constantly through life
Nor bear a load of enmity and strife
Who would see God burning in a bush
Or hear his voice or find stillness enough?
Keep away from those with voices rough
The strong need not behave as vile or tough
Noise may be a pestilential cry
Be patient
As our little life like candle’s snuffed
As our offering to our friend’s rebuffed
As in ruined monasteries we cry
We seek a message from the very sky
Yet voices we hear sound like pigs in trough
Be patient
How my heart sings 