When I got up this morning I found a paper with this poem on it lying on the floor in my path. I don’t know if it tumbled down from my stack during the night or if one of the kids placed it in my room as I slept, but however it got there, it spoke to me today.



COURAGE

Sometimes....................
Courage is not a battle
Fought with banners high,
Forces gathered bravely
Against a threatening sky.


Sometimes....................
Courage is a quiet thing
With flags that do not show,
The going down a lonely road
You did not want to go.


Sometimes....................
It is the staying
When a brighter path may beckon,
Steadfastly held by duty
Where another man might weaken.


Sometimes....................
Courage asks commitment
Of a nobler, finer kind
When the battle fought and won
Is the conquest of the mind.


By Margaret Freer