Patience

In dutiful remembrance of another October...

"I sit at my window this morning
where the world like a passer-by
stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves;
they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
This longing is for the one
who is felt in the dark, but not seen in the day.
My wishes are fools,
they shout across thy songs, my Master.
Let me but listen."
--Stray Birds: Tagore---