Bold and pure

Courage comes in colors rare
     at anytime and anywhere;
Some are called to stand up tall,
     others will lift up those that fall.

Hope still feeds the seeds of grace
     which bloom in the heart's barren space;
Point to point the breezes drift,
     Bringing, at last, spirits to lift.

Storms will rage through the dark times
     which break both bodies and the minds;
Strength will come to those reformed
     and holding faith since they were born.

Wonderlands of youth explode
     into blazes from days of old,
And as those days slide behind
     the memories will be lost to time.

And then there comes a brand new light
     which makes it through the dark of night;
Gathers up those insecure
     for it be love so bold and pure.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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