Cum virtus invenit Amor et Fides
Although I could count the petals of a flower
the tree of my great faith doesn't cease from sight
like a seed of hope always seems to foster,
the echoing call that wants a praying answer in the night.
As I venture into Summer's golden warmth,
expecting a wanderer to sift through my heart
like an old folk delve into his youth,
and a slight hurry to deepen for comfort.
The splashing river grasps within my soul
as if I would find my inner peace
to let go the pain and its faults
with the sun shining on my face.
Having a desire to transform my life
into a love that is sweet as a nut
as I touched God's hands I felt completely safe
with a flower of pure joy leads me to shout.
As I find myself feeling strong and blessed,
thanking God for yielding me to the tides of strength
like a little sprout had been sowed,
Cum virtus invenit Amor et Fides.
(When Courage finds Love and Faith)
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