We all must face the trials of life. Their lingering effects should be appreciated not down-trodden, for it is in our last moments of tribulation that we learn and grow. That last moment before the darkness leaves us and we embrace the light is a character-defining moment. Let’s put it in the annals of our memories where it belongs, for hope is not a thing to be cheapened, but a thing to be "up-raised" of character before all others.
In a moment, or an age,
a drip of time across the page
of life relinquishes the grip
of loneliness, but slow.
Thanks be to the inner sage,
and to the keeper of the cage
of time, for he is late to slip
into our hearts, to know.
Th’eleventh hour is come and gone.
The Dark has faded. Now the dawn
is rising in the East of Hope
and lights upon the ways.
Yet where the auburn orb has shone
upon our depths, the veil is drawn;
though winter is a frost to cope
for some good sense he stays.
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