Ocean waves press the sand as wisps of cloud skirt the edge of the skies.
The bluest waters caress the land
as sunlight shines bright in my weary eyes
I built a strongpoint upon a crag,
to keep myself true and rest my mind
Watchers, walls and towers with
flags, to protect what’s left of my ability to be kind
I strive to release the slights of
the past, for wisdom builds what a fool destroys
Night creeps in and the cold wind
blasts, yet the flame of faith, the darkness avoids
When someday my strength falters
and at last gives way
I’ll rise to the altar, thanking
God, I pray.
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