A bruised reed crushes the head of the snake
[A Poem]
Are you the bruised reed that breaks
or will you crush the head of the snake?
Will you burn like a roaring blaze
or have you succumbed to a malaise?
Will you raise up the age-old foundations
or will you collapse under the intensity of the shaking?
Will you perish into dust
or will you be raised from the dead untouched?
Are you a smoldering wick that's quenched
or will you be the one with a forehead like flint?
May strength arise in the darkest of nights
Even in twilight, we continue our fight
May strength arise harkening back on morning's light
Even tonight, we will continue to fight
May strength arise