'Tis a world filled with chaos and trouble,

rivers of tears,

fountains of hate.

 

We struggle to survive,

to smile,

to remember that this multitude of woes

only seems like a barrier of bronze remaining unopened.

 

The unmovable is but a momentary diversion

whose sole purpose is but to distract,

to disappoint,

to frustrate.

 

'Tis but the tempter's invitation to quit,

merely a dark cloud behind which a great light shines.

 

The light shines always

regardless of the cloud or the night.

 

Our task is to see the light,

to believe in its beneficence always,

to hear its gentle song in the night,

to know it has purpose for our lives,

to touch its tears and its strength,

to stand steadfast,

solid like an oak that bends in the roughest wind

but does not break.