The time-worn walls of the crumbling edifice
like the phoenix lived for sacrifice
Suffering, for some, is omnipresent like the skies
In its throes, the vigour of individuals and nations dies
How inclement is stormy weather
Causes a docked boat to lose its tether
When harvests are dry, the arid earth
looks in vain for hope’s rebirth
But the lesson is in braving the tide
For strength is in crossing the swamp wide
A divine code reads that fallen souls pay
And gratitude entertain the darkest day
For suffering is a purgation, like baptism comes clean
The fire that burns is warmth unseen
It is for redemption that fortitude undergoes pain
Ashes are left behind and rises the flame
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