Stronger than Pain

Feed the passion, my sullen bride; explore the tears, of faith
And pride. Plead the soil, unbolt the heart, envision life,
Though torn apart. My waking soul, fathom panic, the ache
Of fear, seeming tragic. But light to dark, the sun ablaze, a
Fluid stream, an open cage. And heart to flame, soar the skies,
Despite the trials, and teary eyes. For life to pain, our
Wisdom shown, the sight of God, where angels roam. Hence
The sorrow, the spoken proof, a sacred gem, the holy truth.

And death to light, the Spirit speaks, the sole of life, to feel and
Teach. Thus the season, a touch of spring, the pulse of faith, a
Mystic stream. And tragic tales, depress the soul, but fruitful
Vines, such precious gold. Thus we venture, the stalwart path,
Despite the pain, and shattered glass. And death to life, we
Spark the flame, and life to death, we buff the stain.