Loosely woven is the story of life;
Delicate as gossamer butterfly wings
And fragile as a silken spider web beaded with dew.
It is tenacious as the little bird
For whom learning to fly is its strife.
Even when wracked with sobs of despair,
A flickering light of hope is kindled alive
By the spark of will to survive.
The spirit is strong, steadfast and true
When emboldened by faith
In something greater than suffering.
If you rely on your spirit, your inner truth,
Though your trust is blind,
Know that someday your hopes will be fulfilled
And you are sure not to be left behind.