On the ramparts we all stand, brave and tall Swords drawn fearlessly, never to fall. Bows drawn taut, bound to defend Wills steeled to meet our mortal end. The enemy driven to take on his spoils Our souls bound in these temporal coils. Our spirits are precious in His eyes In true perfection we must arise. Embrace the destiny meant for you. We all know what we have to do.
There are physical and spiritual test that comes across us daily. Some embrace and some give up. Courage and endurance are some of the recipes for success in that endeavor. A splendid poem Mara...:)................
the physical swords are drawn...we are good at that...but how do we stand up in the battle of good and evil when it comes to our spirits and souls...that is the battle we need to face, that is our where our real destiny lies in the end.
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