FAITH, HOPE AND LOVE

It is a never ending battle.

A struggle so unforgiving that living can become death.

And yet through it all there is a triad of warriors who stand by my side.

Three who fight the night,

Dispelling my plight in fierce determination,

Their righteous indignation is the reason I survive.

One defines the path I’ve laid,

He marches it in stride,

For his progression is never a question,

it is true.

He is the essence of my being although he walks beside.

Through the corpses of demons and angels alike he keeps his eyes in a trance;

Reminding me to brave the demon’s dance without the fear that he lacks.

His naïve innocence is the evidence of a child’s power… for his could move mountains if he believed.

Yet on his own he is incomplete and for all this his is not the greatest feet that all have traversed beside me.

For greater still is the story of our companion without whom our journey is not complete.

What I lack in essence and is restored in the presence of my brother…

So my brother is fulfilled in the essence of his still.

His is the persistent invasion of feeling into logic.

He transcends the tragic pull of death to her side.

He enlightens the soul, giving it wings to fly.

For his sight is not existence, but the persistence of imagination.

In the battle the banner held highest flies above his head and it shields us from the shadow of the sun,

For there is nothing that will fail him,

The battle will not prevail against a warrior who never tires of seeing its end.

He never ages in this temporal world, and in him is unfurled the need to have faith in the battle’s conclusion.

It is for this reason that my friends walk together, and help me to weather all who oppose us and yet we could not relate without our friend for hers is the ever faithful, it is the inspiration of faith’s confidence.

She is not defined by me or my friends, but rather… amends our being into hers.

She is the journey in essence.

The qualification for our location in thought and soul.

She makes us whole defining our very being…

By sacrificing her worth,

She has a soft embrace which warms us through the long night of a cold war.

Her suffering is longer than the battles end and her heart knows no bounds for no matter what we do or what we say today is always the beginning.

She carries faith, and hope, and they carry me.

And together we strive in harmony to see out the plan of intelligent design.

But of all my friends who walk close to my heart she is the greatest friend of mine;

Without her there would only be a battle with no warriors to be found… for she is my foundation, I am love’s creation and in her, we have all been formed.

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