This valley of death
And I will fear no future
For I bear not the past
Carry only hope, and my staff
Tenacity
For I bear not the past
Carry only hope, and my staff
Tenacity
With scant resource
For alternates
My faith is firm
No other course
Now heart resolved
Courage mustered
With just one step
My fears dissolved
The stone marker
A memorial to those who had come
But otherwise left no mark
After the third colony failed
The only visitors would be
Passersby and tourists checking off a box
Glow yet held clear and bright
Deep within a tempered heart
A compass knows the way to north
Light, the steel by which love reckons
Ever should the dark engulf
I shall find my way
Illumined by the rose within
No shadow may diminish
Night gives way to morning
Clouds soon enough are lifted
To the souls of seeking hearts
Horizon always beckons
Is there nothing quite so extraordinary
As a gathering of the confused
The bewildered
The shocked
All finding comfort and strength
Through others no stronger than we
We discover
In our collective strength
And courage
And wisdom
And tenacity
How much of these
We each ourselves posses
Armed with them
We super humans of faith
And possibility
We master what was unmasterable
We triumph when tragedy seemed certain
Oh, we magnificent beings
Who would ever suspect
We were capable of such things
When observing ourselves
In just the everyday?
None but ourselves
But that is all we need remember
Patience is the desert
Eons shaped it
Storms come and go
Then desert returns to itself
Desert surprises
Not always hard sun and heat
Comfortable in the cold grey
Vivid hues follow a spring rain
Lifeless seems the desert
Lively to those who choose to see
Quiet in harmonious balance
Patient, resilient, and supple