Most of the time plain, raw courage is the only way we can get past unfathomable grief--to bear unbearable sorrow. It requires that we summon strengths of the bravest warrior. Suffering is inextricably bound to life in the same way that joy, love, and dying are.
Through overcoming tears, an inner silence will carry our soul beyond the storms of tears. When we stay our wrenching pain only for this moment, it puts us in touch with deeper realities, better able to weather our destiny.
Life's reign of sorrow,
its depths endured, as bliss is endured.
Never forgotten, dignities long past and
borne well, see us through pain to strengths unimagined.
Fortitude, victory's brother, lends tranquility
to help us surmount pain that this journey holds.
Fortitude helps us endure the unbearable;
it lend insights understood by unconscious seas.
Patience born from depths of determination
is a cedar, stubborn-clinging to a sheer cliff.
Patience wears the granite face of wisdom,
discovering the truth of humility and joy.
Hope and faith stand in its silence.
Silence transcends tears, carries the soul from the
summit to the abyss, stronger than the storms of grief.
Standing up to the vertigo of life's limitless
twists can strengthen resolve, can lengthen stride.
All miseries and joys are transitory;
for this moment we stay the course with
the steel of fortitude.
The world, solid behind our will, redeems and reinforces it--
burdens, labors and grief, suffering entwined with the world's.
