What Is Yet Unwritten

What Is Yet Unwritten
Do not dream of troubled times,
still yet to be born upon this plain,
of things as yet unwritten,
for they will come to pass within time's progressive frame.

For bound within fate's mighty will,
is the promise of another stay,
to hold back the encroaching night once more,
until another turbulent day.

Days begin and end,
with uncertainty at the rise,
but a solemn vow of hope resides,
within the soul of nature's immortal prize.

Do not worry with dread,
that ends will rise in haste,
to lay the lands across the world,
down upon a crumbling bed of waste.

Do not fret for what is yet to come,
and pray for rapture's grace,
when hope resides upon the land,
within every single human face.

For redemption's truth dwells within,
the sorrow filled woes of mortal men,
but its light may only blossom forth,
if and only when,
its song is heard within the heart,
through trial's errors of pain,
to light the way through troubled times,
through darkness's eternal refrain.

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There is always hope, a brilliant light to hold back the encroaching darkness, even in the darkest of times and through the hardest trials life throws at us. So do not fret for what is yet to come, what is yet unwritten, for it will come upon the tides of tomorrow and we will preserve no matter the cost.

Namaste
Misuchi