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Meeting the Master

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“Beware the fury of a patient man.” – John Dryden

I dreamed you had the patience of a prayer:
You let me memorize your open hand
Before you closed your fist around my hair.

I read a warning written down somewhere:
“Beware the fury of a patient man.”
I dreamed you had the patience of a prayer.

I’ll swear to the truth if you’ll take a dare
Plead guilty if you’ll force me to take the stand,
And close a knowing fist around my hair.

Yours is the rhythm of a rocking chair:
Steady as an hour glass spilling sand.
I dreamed your patience would make saints despair.

I’ve yearned to cringe beneath your level stare.
My wish has been to be at your command —
To kiss the iron fist around my hair.

I’ve waited for years searching everywhere
But only you have made me understand:
Patience in a slave is itself a prayer,
And answered by your fist around my hair.

From the book Meeting the Master by Elissa Wald

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