Let The Waves Plummet

Though the waves plummet they rise back up.

Lectures, so irritating.

Though the pricks of today cause bitter bruising lectures spoken from within their lips, are ones we do not want to hear.

Agony is currency, it is a measure of their aid.

What does faith ignite, when hope has been cast away?

What occurs when we lay ourselves down?

Acquainted by a comfortable mats.

Licking our wounds.

Licks of pity.

A quick prayer shouted, God will not act out our measure.

Stand up, pick up your mat and walk.

Maturity does not befriend pity.

Choose, lay or stand?

When the hand of courage, shakes the hand of faith, they birth endurance.

The gifts of the persevering are received in refined faith.

Let the flames ignite.

Let the flames grow ever so fiercely.

For when the perseverant emerge, sufferings whisper, will be the prize.