For not by trial lost and worn by
circumstance was I lost.
Those that yearn for you my beauty and
my song I believe in.
When all that tires is not on hardship or
persistence but renewed by love.
For naught of circumstance could we
ever be in a situation to find ourselves let down.
Which you can never triumph if you are
never willing to swing on seeming chance.
To let it move us by pendulum, swinging
on loftier height to swing higher.
We rise when we lift ourselves and we
know all opportunity is the child of preparation.
To reach on heights we reach higher, to
touch the skin of beauty and still be blessed.
When she reaches into our hearts to
lift us higher we yearn for brighter sunlight.
Raising us into clouds that seem to to
allow our imagination to span in endless clarity.
As all that's magnificent falls down on
the place we reach for in sunlight and sometimes rain.
Waters that wash the visible tolls and
toils of those that lift us higher, their faith is great too.
Knowing that rainstorms fall on
greatness and lowliness and all that blesses must also make us face
hardship.
Storms that wash and clean the sweat
and grime of trials overcome away.
In the rain nobody can ever know even
if you cried through any of it.
My heroes are those that lift others
and are lifted by heroes also.
If not for circumstance made
challenging would we ever need to be heroic and made more so.
Not for reaching for higher greatness
shall a hero ever be made greater and only the triumphant of the day
rise higher.
When we all then sing and dance for
beauty our song you inspire in us that's as comforting to us as
heaven would be and as triumphant as it would be when we get there.
I imagine the ways you inspire and I
find it's comforting just to dream.
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