The Crucible of Time

 


In shadows deep, where patience dwells,

A soul resides, where hope impels.

A journey etched, with twists and turns,

Where destiny's flame, mysteriously burns.


With every step, a test, a fight,

Against the darkness, for inner light.

A battle waged, on unseen plains,

Where courage blossoms, and hope sustains.


The ticking clock, a constant plea,

For urgency, and swift decree.

But time, a master, with steady hand,

Shapes, molds, and guides, throughout the land.


A sculptor's touch, on heart and mind,

As patience grows, and strength is defined.

In quiet moments, seeds are sown,

For future harvests, yet unknown.


The world may rush, with frantic pace,

But here, we linger, in this sacred space.

Where growth takes root, and dreams ignite,

Awaiting dawn, with hopeful light.


Though shadows lengthen, and doubts may creep,

Faith's ember glows, while spirits sleep.

And in the stillness, a power resides,

To conquer challenges, and weather tides.


So let us wait, with steadfast heart,

For destiny's call, to play our part.

In this crucible of time, we'll find,

The strength and wisdom, of a tested mind.


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