Could you be loved and be loved as a fixture
Don't let them fool you with doubt
Worst, don't fool yourself, without test
No season relevant to weather the fields
No sound louder than the one of thunder
And to stand firm on wobbly grounds
Hold form of faith when most tested
Knowing this is the prime of seasons
The test of resolve to honor a belief
After this day, truly a case would have been made
Never with doubt, to have a clause to contest
No supreme court to have a final hearing
Admiration of a hero, vetted with rigor
To have served time, behind discomfort lines
Held hostage of dreams, everything to lose
Ransom demanded, is full in fulfillment
No compromise on trill, no shortcuts and favors
Tailored jigsaw puzzle piece, with perfection to fit
Could you be loved as a fixture, for the course you stood for
The sacrifice you made, for your name, for your sweat
Or just for the glory you bring, and be loved
Sculpture by : Mitchell House
Great poem, makes one think about how much we are loved. I think we would all love to be a fixture to our family but maybe not so sure that I am. Oh well such is life.
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God bless.
Wonderfully strong poem about, well, standing firm. Beautiful!
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