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A day will come when tide will turn
And long latent hopes become real,
But first the waiting as old worlds burn
Will test patient hearts while they heal.
Fire must consume and cauterize
The corrupted wounds that now kill.
Lest soon hope arrives, and does surmise,
That those who were dead are so still.
Suffering is necessary.
Change insists that we do the same.
Fortune for those who don’t first tarry
Will likely not aid but will maim.
Suffering is not a choice.
All find themselves in the flame.
We choose to curse or to rejoice –
We choose to change, endure, or blame.
All are engulfed. Pain often hurries.
Find joy in the wait for relief.
The fire refines, removes, and buries.
We are eternal. This life is brief.