The impatience of a hunter, keen,intent
Will miss small movements at the edge of sight
Will miss the sacred spirit’s new descent
Relaxing when in danger,insolent,
Will throw a wider beam of golden light
Curb impatience, excess of intent
Slowness is a sign we can present
That’s enough for heart to speak to heart
We see the holy spirit’s new descent
Can we from our eagerness dissent
Lean back, let the other play their part
Curb impatience, excessee of intent?
For my narrow vision,I repent
How I’ve missed the whole with graphs and charts
Now I see the holy spirit’s spent
Scanning with a wider gaze unvites
Calmer ways of living with less spite,
The impatience of a hunter, keen,intent
Will miss the gold of spirit’s new descent
How my heart sings 