Shared Strength

My Treasure Penultimate I have truly received a precious gift sincere. It be not rare or shiny and is always around. My treasure penultimate Fail and fail again, no strength left. It stands me upright breathing air of hope. My treasure penultimate It whispers try, try, try as a child tries. The past it knows well yet it believes anyway. My treasure penultimate When success is found, it stands aside in grace. I cheer, I did it, I did it,  look what I have done.   As the moment fades, and the cheers subside. I remember time again, what really got me here. My treasure penultimate A grudge not held, a gift not restricted. A desire just to give, example of true grace. My treasure penultimate Teach me, teach me,  to be more like you. To accept the failure, and love like you.  My treasure penultimate   The gift is a journey, pain and joy our guide. The reward is knowing, where peace resides   Nick Campos 2023  

In my minds eye, I can see a small country house with a fire burning on a cold evening.  Slowly, the sun is chased away by the chill of evenings glare.  Outside sits a horse stall, vacant still since morning.  The ruts of the wagon road lay untouched, by tracks of man since.  The hay sits primed and ready, earned by a spring on the plow.  For the work is never done, to keep the status quo.  For nothing be gained by circumstance, but only by their brow.  Inside she tucks in children, tired from their playing.  Their world is big and full of adventure, after chores are done each day.  Evenings are filled with books and learning.  They rest their heads with prayer of safety, sent for their father.  Oh the worry that night doth bring, her cold and eerie gaze.  They drift off to sleep in humble heart, knowing of the faith.  As Mom sits with watchful gaze, waiting for the gallop of four trimmed hooves.  Her prayer will not ...