Covenant with the Tempest's Song : Metamorphosis in the Crucible's Embrace

"When storms descend, and trials never end,
'Tis not the gale that snaps the feeble sail.
But lack of will to face the rising swell
That sinks the ship of dream before the gale.
For goals once set remain inviolate,
Unyielding though the winds of fate rebel.
Success is sanctified by rain and sweat-  
The precious oil that lights the lamp of zeal
When darker grow the skies and colder yet
The breath of hope as endurance starts to peel.

The path is long, and often hard the trail,
But steadfast tread will always win the day.  
Though clouds obscure the peak we seek to scale,
Our feet still know the course which leads the way.  
Commitment is the chord that tightly binds
The heart to hopes, through crucible refined.

When battering waves seek to shift the keel,
And mist envelops sight of further fields,
The inner compass ever marks what's real-  
Through sinking spirits the conviction yields
That holds the helm against the storm's repeal.
For goals give shape to void, and purpose; meaning.  
When lost, drift rudderless we, our bearings careening.

In hardship's forge, the mettle of resolve
Is shaped, gaining an edge more keenly honed.
For self-reliance grows when helms devolve  
On self alone, with no guides save our own.  
Storms test the limits of our spirit's tensions-   
Do we still hoist the sail, or acquiesce to heaven's?

When turmoil strikes, disrupting tranquil seas,
We're shown the strength secreted in the mast.
For seldom tested is the sturdy tree's  
Ability to hold against the blast.
Adversity reveals if we've secured,
Deep-rooted, hopes that stand the tempest's test assured."

"The winds of fate cannot destroy the dreams
That root and branch within the spirit grow.
For visions nourished by conviction's streams
Will fruit like orchards that defeat the snow.
Winter's chill may strip the burgeoning tree,
But spring beholds new leaf and ripening see.

Trials dispatch the deadwood of the past,
Pruning hopes till only what's essential thrives-
Not the sheltering leaves, but fruit that lasts;  
The harvest of commitment that survives
To scatter seeds beyond all storms that rave-
New visions spawned of spirits tempest braved.  

For out of struggle's crucible is born   
A resinous resolve that seals the grain,
Rendering sturdy timbers weathered and worn-
In groaning masts is melody regained.
The abandoned derelict knows well the tone  
Of creaking wood that faces storm alone.

Yet shared travails unite far more than calm-
A fellowship is forged and tempered fast
Against adversities that seek to harm,
But only forge camaraderie to last.
In joint laborhearts and hopes entwine,  
Beyond fair winds, to reach shared dreams divine.

Heroic myths exalt the epic test-  
Through trials of fire or flood the hero's known.
But daily deeds done well, when no one's guessed
How dire the storms assailing hearts alone,
These shape the world. Not flashy feats inspire,
But humble constancy lit by inner fire."















   The poem is part of a full version found in the book “Homo Sapiens” Part Part I - XVIII, written by Mawphniang Napoleon. This book is part of the popular “Homo Sapiens” book series, which can be purchased online at various online bookstores, such as Amazon. The book is available for purchase for those who are interested in reading the complete version of the poem. Remember to get all the books from the “Homo Sapiens” series, as well as other books by the same author.   So, don’t hesitate and get a copy today from one of the many online bookstores.   Khublei Shihajar Nguh,  (Dhanewad  )(Thank you )