Courage

 

How do you obtain that glorious stuff

That demands both wisdom and faith

Markets stalls are filled with armor and shields

But few sell chisels of Fate

 

This thing Courage is called many, many things

And partakes of a few of them

A pinch of forebearance, a dribble of fear

And spear after spear after spear.

 

A pike of intelligence, sword of hope

and curving the blade of pride

Against all advice, when they call you a fool

And say you are not all right

 

When fear attacks you in the darkness of night

And sleep not easily comes

When questions crowd out all rationales

And melody falls before drums

 

Remember, you thought it, you knew it true

United your heart and mind

And that combination will take you through

And leave shadows and whispers behind

 

By veritas

Comments

[sarah]

a very inspirational poem...