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Courtney Foster Poem
Don’t crown yourself solid
If your loyalty only echoes in empty rooms,
Spoken loud but hollow,
Like a drum with no rhythm,
Like a prayer with no soul.
Keep your promises like weapons—
Clean, sharp,
Loaded with intention,
Ready to be drawn when the world tests your name.
Not just drawn,
But fired with conviction.
Because trust is a fragile beast—
Once wounded, it limps,
Once broken, it dies.
And when someone learns
That your word is just smoke—
That your vows float,
Untethered from action,
Detached from meaning—
Then you, too, become weightless.
No matter how strong your voice sounds,
If your integrity whispers lies,
You will vanish in silence,
Forgotten not by accident—
But by design.
So be solid not in noise,
But in stillness that speaks.
Be the echo that returns
Because it had substance to begin with.
Be the promise that never had to shout—
Because it never broke.
Copyright © Courtney Foster | Year Posted 2025
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Courtney Foster Poem
I’ve walked through fire I lit myself,
Tore down my worth, betrayed my health.
I’ve hurt, I’ve lied, I’ve run from light—
But still, God held me every night.
I gave my heart to broken hands,
Loved too loud in sinking sand.
They took, they left, without a trace—
Yet still, God covered me with grace.
My past is loud, my guilt runs deep,
With secrets I can hardly keep.
But even when I cursed His name,
He stayed—unchanged, with love the same.
Not once has He turned face or fled,
He healed the wounds I thought were dead.
When people left, when hope seemed gone,
His quiet mercy still held on.
I’ve given love that’s been ignored,
But God keeps giving even more.
No tally marks, no bitter tone—
Just grace that finds me all alone.
So if you ask me why I pray,
Why I still praise Him every day—
It’s not because I’ve done things right,
But ‘cause His love still holds me tight.
He sees the worst, yet calls me His,
Restores me every time I slip.
No matter how far I have strayed…
God’s grace has never walked away.
Copyright © Courtney Foster | Year Posted 2025
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Courtney Foster Poem
When a tree springs to life-
It grows and emerges with the seasons
Like the sunsets colors paint the sky as the sun goes down.
In fall the leaves die-
They flutter to the ground with a graceful sway before gently kissing the ground
Like a feather dancing in the breeze
By Winter the branches are left naked however
The beautiful phenomenon is the trunk.
It never growns weak yet remains standing strong
Like the pillars to a building.
Waiting patiently until the leaves grow back.
Copyright © Courtney Foster | Year Posted 2025
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Courtney Foster Poem
You Envision a cup half full
While you picture this image
You begin to notice
That you
can manifest
the water to
Patiently rise
As you begin to take notice
That the water is rising
You see a divine yet so hopeful Power
that even you
Didn't think could be bestowed upon you.
Then you notice that
It's actually the power in side you
You are the power the power within
Copyright © Courtney Foster | Year Posted 2026
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