The Day

I will taste the flight of the free and the fight of the brave.
The weightless conscience and the pure breath of purpose
will consume this tired and anguished flesh;
give birth and find it born again.
The knees that bow to a Saviour will find its rest,
when finally the heart is heard not just from its beating chest.
This is the battle. This is the fight.
This is all I've come to know to be the truth of life.
Though victory may be absent from the eyes of men,
These judgments shall no longer hold my care.
Today, I may be broken, but a coward I will be no longer.

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"It's not so much that we're afraid of change or so in love with the old ways, but it's that place in between that we fear . . . . It's like being between trapezes. It's Linus when his blanket is in the dryer. There's nothing to hold on to." -Marilyn Ferguson