Within

She radiates glory like the sun's rays

Beams of bright light

That sweep away

shadows of wishful cravings

cast to the floor.

Her appearance was of beauty

and
in the congregation

of things ornate

they worshipped.

Yet she walks listlessly

Seeking earnestly

 to find the one

Who might recognize

 the gem within

To find the one

Who might

take the time

to nurture her soul.

The Strive to glory

Life is but an unfolding of events.

A second by second stripping away of time

as we embark on our willfully thought out journey

which culminates in an epitome of memory.

Inch by inch,

it would seem appropriate

that we, ourselves, be the protagonist

 in the realm of our own existence.

Such that when our stories are told,

 in the peak moments before the call,

the voices that echo our stories

may reveal to every hearing ear within range

 that, truly, every man

 is presented an opportunity

to strive to glory or fold in shame.