Love and Tolerance
By Wendy Sparling •
When love was a THOUGHT
blossoming into devotion,
tolerance developed slowly
and maturity ebbed with the tide.
I need not go forward nor backward
for my fortress holds my head high
and my insight breeds tolerance
for all who dare to forsake me.
I stand steadfast aware of BEING
and I LIVE every precious MOMENT,
while inhaling the peaceful essence
of tranquility in silent abundance.