Once Upon a Rhyme Blog - 5.24.25

Hold on . . . Believe!As the world turns to darknessAnd light no longer gleams,As burning rays of hope die outAnd all is lost it seems.There’s a course that I must conquer—A mission marked for me;I’m weak, I’m scared, I’m unpreparedTo be what I must be.Still, I remember somethingTo which I clinging hold—From the heated, fiery furnaceComes the purity of gold.So, while some would call it follyAnd others say naïve,I still find there’s powerTo bended-knee believe.Written December 10th 2017; TBH