Glory Poem by Paul Reed

Now that the glory has subsided
And all our efforts seem in vain
The chill winds blow through our dreams
And the stubborn doubts remain;

Now that the storm has settled
The crescendo and the flurry
Only fear reigns instead of peace
And serves to magnify the worry;

The plateau of life has tilted
To a sloping, slippery dread
All the evenness of yesterday
Lies careworn, dusty and dead;

But we must keep on trying
To embrace and manage the pain
To make our tomorrow worth living
We must reach for that glory again