Poem: Discipline

Not forged in ease, nor born of thrill,
But shaped by quiet, iron will—
Discipline, the steady flame
That burns through comfort, pride, and shame.

It rises early, walks alone,
Where fleeting whims are overthrown.
While others sleep or chase delight,
It does what’s hard, and does it right.

Not loud, not grand, it makes no boast—
Its victories are earned the most
In moments dull, unseen, and slow,
Where only you and effort go.

It holds the line when passions fade,
When dreams grow faint or plans mislaid.
It shows up when the thrill is gone,
And keeps the soul and body on.

For talent bends and fortune sways,
But discipline outlasts the days.
It builds the bridge from goal to deed,
And waters roots that others need.

So if you seek a life well-spent,
A path that’s strong, a will unbent—
Call not on ease, nor fleeting fire,
But walk with discipline, and climb higher.Poem:

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie