Renascence
When above the high sea in tempest
Surging thunderous cloud swells
The pole star disappears from the sky
The ancient mariner in me loses the bearing.
In dormant senses hope prevails
For the halcyon horizon will rise again
In the sunburst tranquil dawn
Delineate the chromatic shore yonder.
As my footsteps lose the rhythm of certainty
In the tortuous track called life
Leading me toward dismal wilderness
I revive the faith latent within me.
I make to myself an ardent promise
To run a long marathon race
Reach surely the winning position
At the end of the painful pursuit.
When I am lost in the labyrinth of living
Search for the escape route
But find the exit doors close one by one,
I then discover the hidden compass.
I follow the invisible trail of trust
Feel the resurgence of fortitude
For at the end of the tormenting tunnel
I see the light of freedom finally appear.
As the sunshine day fades out fast
The twilight sky falls with depressing dusk
I don’t forget that the sun should sink
To rise with surreal splendor again.
I wait for the heavenly hues to saturate me
And inspire the Phoenix concealed within
To rise from the dust of distress
In the divine dawn of renascence.
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October 27, 2022
Title Chosen : Renascence
Contest : This Or That, Vol 14
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh
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