Patience is a Virtue

As we all wait on Sarah Palin to announce she is running as a candidate for the Republican nomination for President, some of us are getting quite antsy. Some have exhibited downright impatience.

Yes, there have been brief moments where I have also felt a bit of anxiety. Mostly from reading too many articles or watching too many political pundits tell me why Sarah won't run or shouldn't run.

But then I remember something. I remember why I am in this with Sarah Palin the way I am.  It is because I trust her. I believe in her. Her instincts have been spot on.  Why question her now?

I wrote a piece about Sarah Palin back in February for Conservatives4Palin.  I wrote that piece when I was looking back at all the reasons I have fixed my gaze on this North Star.  Here is the piece.

http://conservatives4palin.com/2011/02/the-north-star.html

The actual North Star doesn't move in the sky. Travelers through the centuries were able to find their way by fixing their own gazes on that star. The one immutable star, while all the other stars in the sky moved around it and changed positions. As long as one trusted the steady calm and fixed truth and guidance of the North Star, one would never get lost.

Sarah Palin will reveal her plans and the path to be our 45th President when the time is right.  She is also being guided by her own Star from above.

Focus your gaze on that immutable, calm and steady star. Take a deep breath. Keep your faith. And above all, BE PATIENT.    


Star of the north! whose steadfast ray
 Pierces the sable pall of night,
Forever pointing out the way
 That leads to freedom's hallowed light:
The fugitive lifts up his eye
To where thy rays illume the sky.


That steady, calm, unchanging light,
 Through dreary wilds and trackless dells,
Directs his weary steps aright
 To the bright land where freedom dwells;
And spreads, with sympathizing breast,
Her ægis over the oppressed.


Though other stars may round thee burn,
 With larger disk and brighter ray,
And fiery comets round thee turn,
 While millions mark their blazing way;
And the pale moon and planets bright
Reflect on us their silvery light.


Not like that moon, now dark, now bright,
 In phase and place forever changing;
Or planets with reflected light,
 Or comets through the heavens ranging;
They all seem varying to our view,
While thou art ever fixed and true.


So may that other bright North Star,
 Beaming with truth and freedom's light,
Pierce with its cheering ray afar,
 The shades of slavery's gloomy night;
And may it never cease to be
The guard of truth and liberty.

The North Star by James Monroe Whitfield
....a runaway slave