“Patience”,
Said the good Lord
to me, while I sat upon a cloud,
Before I was even
born & possessed a voice so loud.
“No Lord”,
Said I, “Please don´t
send back down to worldly earth,
I´ve gone back many
times, in so many different births”.
“Ah child”,
Said the Lord, “There´s
still something you have to earn,
You´ve lived many
times, yet patience, you´ve still to learn”.
“Oh Lord”,
Said I, “I am so tired
of earth & I am happy in heaven with you,
What plans do you
have for me & what do you propose I do?”
“My child,”
“Just one more trip
& from more comments you must refrain,
What´s more, to learn
patience, I´ll send you down to Spain”.
“Dear Lord”,
“I vowed, that from
earth below, I´d send you a newsy line,
But please promise
me, that this will be the very last time?”
(Sent from Spain and
still learning.)
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