Courage

Here is a poem that I wrote as I was struggling to have courage to go on with my Master's research.

Courage

Courage is not born in the

            Gentle breeze of a sunlit day.

It is forged in the fiery

            Wind-whipped cauldron of darkest night.

The depth of courage is not measured

            In one simple task or moment.

It is gauged by sustained faith

            Over the test of time.

Courage doesn’t magically appear

            When heart-felt panic ensues.

It is nurtured in a life of faith

            And purpose—bereft of fame.

Courage isn’t noised about

            Seeking audience or voice.

Its quiet duty is fulfilled

            While no one knows the cost.

Yes, it’s quite clear, the price you

            Pay for courage is very dear.

But, its rewards and hea’vn-sent

            Help are worth any toil.

(2-16-16)