The Rise Of The Fallen

The fiery sun hung low in the sky,

The river tides were supple and spry,

A deep crimson filled the horizon,

As scarlet waters danced in unison.

She sat down on a lonesome rock,

With her heart full of qualms amok.

For life had made her weathered and worn,

And she stared at the sun, tired and forlorn. 

The roaring river merrily gushed by,

The wind whispered its gentle lullaby,

She let it quietly seep through her soul,

As God’s grace embraced her whole.

And a voice from within her rose –

Do not be distressed by the trials of life,

And lose not your calm in the face of strife.

Gather yourselves and hold your head high,

Quiver not anymore or let out a tired sigh.

For these troubling times will make you tough,

Smoothen out the edges that are hitherto rough.

Your struggles will make you great and strong,
And prepare you duly for the place you belong.

Like a fierce warrior you will bravely rise,

From the ashes of your failures you will arise.

And like a mighty victor you will highly soar,

Above the challenges of your life for evermore.

She picked up her head as she felt the evening air,

Savouring the sweet solitude, its comfort and lair.
She pulled herself together, but paused for a while,

And then she got on with life with a resolute smile.

#WeWillRiseAgain #WeShallOvercome #KeralaFloods #TheLittleThingsInlife #Poetry

By the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and His beloved Mother in Heaven.

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