Father,
Make her brave like never before,
make her brave, that her being would adore,
your glory and your power,
every day and every hour.
Make her brave so that bridges cease to solicit fear,
make her brave so that she holds you always near,
in every way,
especially when world is gray.
Make her brave so that worldly struggles seem like nothing,
make her brave so that through life she doesn't have to go bluffing,
because life is grand,
through all aspects of her lifespan.
Make her brave, especially when the enemy prowls around,
make her brave so that she is safe and secure, with mind sound,
ready for a fight,
with all her might.
Make her brave when she has to stand up to the authorities,
make her brave when she falls outside of the majorities,
their thinking is often wrong,
they all just want to belong.
Make her brave!
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Battered and beaten keys still sang and rang with war cries through the damp night air. Sludging through trenches to the beat of melodious, bombing warfare. Husky voices singing loud for Heaven's hand to extend to their own. Muscular black and white men, standing shoulder to shoulder, humming in unifying tone. "Pull me up from mucky mire. Soon before, I surely expire." Keys bouncing up and down. Shaking, trembling, exploding ground. Duck and weave. Notes shrewdly perceive. Sliding into fermata furrows. Stuck fast, in clay-covered sorrows. Praising never once ceased. Though souls were finally released.
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
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