Out of hundreds of poems written [by me] I like this:
Do not let your heart be dismay’d
For problems do not come to stay
For while yet we are at bay
Watching the roaring sea play
Finally at our feet
The high tide comes to lay
It inspired a friend a decade ago that the problem, challenges, trials we face is but for a moment. I am a believer of this distilled hope that “I will always emerge victorious”. Furious the fire rages, there is an unlimited extinguishing solvent to put it off; high the mountain towered yet a devouted chisel will wear it off; high the tide rises, at your feet it flattens to the spirit of resilence and dominion in you.