Courage makes its home inside my head.
I never marked it’s moving in.
But one day in the silence of forgotten words,
I felt it waken and as warriors do,
with purpose and determination bright.
The stance it took tore foundations loose.
I sensed a majestic part of me
step out into the room and say-
“I feel the storm – I’ve come to shield!”
Desperation breathes so fierce.
I can hear its sibilant whisper
in the tumult of hard fought life.
The grinding echoes of despair
find resonance in chambers torn and bare.
The hammer blows that dash all hope,
come swiftly with intent to maim.
It chokes a child’s greatest dream
and snarls – “What made you think you could?”
Compassion bleeds but never dies.
It’s weird to see when you are standing by!
The heart that bleeds for those who ache,
receives an infinite supply of grace.
To step in deep, is to risk it all.
Yet in this love you are embraced.
The healing presence of hope’s kiss,
brings life to all who awake to this-
“ You are all I ever have dreamed!”
Author – Bill Tidsbury