May you stand, firm in times of trials and times of desperation.
May you stand, while everything else is falling around you.
May you stand, even while under the attack by other people.
May you stand, for something good always Bless you all.
May you stand, in times where the world need God's light.
May you stand, for love and peace in this dark world too.
May you stand, because you are beautiful in Gods eyes.

You are like a mountain, not a
sublime snow-capped mountain in
Colorado, or like the Cerro Torre in
Argentina and Chili.
Not like
the Ama Dablam in Nepal.
But you seem like a
mountain nonetheless.
A mountain that obscures
the beauty of the
majestic sunrise,
and the grandeur of life.
A mountain that
smothers love and
everything glorious.
Maybe you aren't
a mountain at all.
Perhaps you're an
ant hill, dragging
dead souls into
your busy hole.
I climbed you, and
was so enamored with
your beauty, I missed
your charade and
masquerade.

We are all soldiers
Fighting famine and sadness.
We’re fighting ourselves too, I think.
What a painstaking task
That we assign ourselves.