Tracks of a Wandering Mind

Poetry, stories and random thoughts from a wandering mind.

The Tempest

(for a friend facing the tempest.)

View now the tempest unafraid,
Stand with your face out to the storm.
If at times life would then berate,
Return an equal measured scorn.

Battles fought on a bended knee
Are then fought with bare hands, unarmed.
Stand and face a dread enemy
That now hopelessness may be borne.

Show not a heart bereft of hope,
Nor a spirit without firm will,
For you need not alone now cope,
The Master walks beside you still.


February 12, 2012 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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