Patience and persistence,
two quiet forces walking beside me.
Patience,
the calm breath before the dawn,
trusting that light is already on its way.
Persistence,
the steady step on uneven ground,
even when the summit hides in clouds.
I will not rush what is meant to grow.
I will not quit when the road feels long.
Dreams are not built in a moment,
but in a thousand faithful efforts.
With patience, I endure.
With persistence, I rise.
With both,
I move forward
certain, courageous, focused,
toward a purpose that is already calling my name.
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