a torchbearer’s revelation
A torchbearer, that’s what you are—
A relentless seeker of truth.
So caught up in the flames of doing what’s right,
You didn’t notice your bare feet,
Bruised and bloodied,
Dragging across jagged rocks and frozen peaks.
You only cared about those behind you,
The faces and souls you hoped to lead.
Through the thick brush, you carved paths,
And the wild animals paused, watching,
Confused by this woman who dared to press on.
Tarzan, they called you—
But how could she have made it so far,
Carrying a torch that had never been lit?
Fear had been the shadow holding the match,
Whispering doubt into every step.
You pounded on doors until your hands were raw,
Screamed until your voice cracked,
Your eyes swollen shut with exhaustion and tears.
“God, have I not done enough?!” you cried.
Crazed, you offered yourself willingly—
To die, if it meant the glory of truth could be seen.
“Let my eyes touch the heart of it,” you begged.
The angels listened,
But they didn’t rush.
They held steady because they needed you steady—
Strong enough not to crumble,
Brave enough not to weep
When the answer came.
They waited, knowing your prayers weren’t in vain.
And then—mercy. Oh, mercy!
They placed a gladiolus crown upon your head,
A symbol of strength in bloom.
You bowed, not in defeat,
But in grace.
And as you lifted your head,
Someone stepped forward,
Struck a match, and said softly:
“With Heaven’s embrace.”
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