#490 On Time that Strips Us Bare

It feels millennia since I’ve walked those halls 
The uni years of youthful politics
As if that young man was just someone else
In subtle ways, we’re prey to Time’s false tricks
How did that young man come to be this old?
Did Time strip off the masks that kept us bold?

#483 On the Pain that Purifies

The pain: it purifies and clarifies
Draws into keen attention Life's travails
A sharp and rude reminder to the wise:
The tallest trees can fall amidst the gales
Hold fast to Him, and He shall grant you ease
His Mercy shall bring suffering now to cease.

#480 On Your Grim Resolve (For Yong)

The fiercest indignation on your brow
That colours your defiance in fractured grace
“So young, and look at her, so shattered now!”
You see the pity writ on every face
And yet I see the grim resolve so plain
You will not cower, you’ll surely rise again!

#476 On Your One Last Desperate Charge

With blackened hands and blackened hearts they sought 
To drive the knife into your merry band
Imperilling what you have built, hard-fought
So now you mount your steed, a final stand
To guard against the vultures looming large
You gird yourself for one last desperate charge.