Gift of perseverance

The wind has blown away the clouds;
The tree, though withered, stood its ground.

Tall, as ever;

Rising now, to face the Sun,

It's rays touching his heart.

Hope

The Darkest night ever;

When all seemed lost

The knight sank to his knees

Broken, shattered;

The hour of despair;

When suddenly

The clouds somewhat parted

And the moon shone across his face

Touched his heart

And he, uttered a soft prayer

Stood up, unsheathed his sword

For the battle to redemption. 

Friend

The boat, small but sure

Of itself

Embarked on a distant journey

Only to find

The turbulent ocean and the tempest

That threatened to sink it,
To veer it off course;
The boat survived, only to find

It had been anchored

That saved its life, its purpose;

The boat continued on its journey.

The anchor remained unthanked.