I have found strength in foreign places,
And inconceivable peace in strife,
Beauty in so many common faces,
And respect for death within my life.
Found honor in holding a dying hand,
And found clarity through a shroud,
Seen the valiance of the weak,
And the humbling of the proud.
Amazed myself on occasion or two,
And learned how to let go,
Discovered the real value of shame,
And watched the stunted grow.
I have seen miracles happen,
And felt the purest form of pain,
Treasured the unworthy;
Danced naked in the rain.
I've felt God's spirit within me,
Defined virtue on my own,
Found solace in acceptance,
And discredited what was known.
The sum of all the trivial moments,
Which never seem to cease,
Won't ever be as treasured as,
Any one of these.