Each step trudging, he is bent over.
Eyes fixed below, the precious treasure borne two-handed,
Awaiting future's birth.
But here in the wild and lonely cold,
Where new life depends on efforts beyond his own,
On fates conspiring to reward diligence with despair,
To what hope bears he this breaking labour?
Faithfully bearing faith's burden,
A foolish hope - utter hopelessness?
'Be shielded, dear one,
You are yet a seed,
Sown in truth, truth sown over.
But 'twil not always be so.
To instinct we'll remember,
Your grit a testament to hope,
Till truth bears fruit,
And life cracks forth.
Behold, the dawn awakens.'
Inspired by The March
For the beloved of HCC
sč
Singapore, July 16th, 2008
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