When in dreams we fear
And waiver with darts of threats
Shot clean through the pulse
Of our budding beat
When all seemed vain as tried
At the hilltop, out roads fried
And we look back and see no beginning
Yet surely the top is unending
When we strive and keep the faith
But find it slipping to fate
We ponder and acceed to recess,
A will we see we cannot outjudge
When as bold we be, all seem lost
To the tempest swinging the cost
Of the bold journey we begun,
Soldiers matching to conquer, we saw
When all else and this fail to yielding our dreams
Our reality a locked vault with rims
Too drained to stand, kneel
And know it is time to return
The Porter with a capped P
Call always His kind to learn
And note the time to sow again
To cast the net and Hold the line.