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.

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