The rescue

golden hour

Half-hearted zeal gallops aimlessly
but life sings a new song every day
dejected and tired lay fighters helplessly
though flickers of hope have their way.

Why question that blissful moment?
there is light after darkness
somethings are heaven sent
to pull one out as a Godly harness.

Just yesterday tides had their highs
a low ebb paralyses spirits
then strong waves bring sighs
pushing ashore lost wits.

Light at end of tunnels
pricked with uncertainty
taints with the hope those channels
of doubt and insanity.

Love walking beside knits
care and support as armor
friendship and its gifts
bring back dead to lost glamour.

Faith is an inside job
even when one fails
licks away sobs
and pushes to sail.