graciously tenacious

In the quiet shadows where hope seemed to fade,
in the darkest corners where dreams
felt delayed, A spark ignites,
a whisper in the soul,

A voice that murmurs,
rise, and be whole

Tenacity is a force that
will not yield, A warrior’s
heart, a shieldless shield,

Through storms and tempests,
through fire and rain,
it stands unwavering,
enduring the pain

Love, the beacon
on the darkest night,
a flame that guides,
a radiant light,

In every heartbeat,
in every tear,

It whispers courage,
it casts out fear
with grace, it dances
through the pain,

A gentle touch,
a soft refrain,
in moments fragile,
in times of strife,

Grace blooms eternal,
renewing life

Renewal, the promise
of dawn’s first light,
the breaking day after
the longest night,

In every ending,
in each goodbye,
a new beginning,
a fresh-sown sky

Together they weave
a tapestry bold,
of stories untold,
of hearts made whole,

Tenacity, love, grace,
and renewal’s embrace,
a testament to the enduring grace

For in the ashes,
where despair once lay,

A phoenix rises,
heralding the day,
with wings of tenacity,
heart of love’s might,
grace in its flight,
renewed by the light–

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