Poem: The Oracle Of Hope!

I'm the beacon of the campfire,

A sojourner of all wilderness,

The oracle of hope.

In a world cold-stoned, you've only got to be hard as the rock solid, 

And mustn't have to freeze up your soul, 

For half of the struggles we went through,

none of us were ready but still came out strong, 

Guess, when you haven't met or heard him, 

And got told he prayed in the house of representatives, 

With so much correctness, 

And If you surely have received this spirit of discernment,

My friend you may know who is religious and a true believer like myself, 

 Except you would have had the gumption to reconstruct these; Rigor, Relevance and Relationships.

There's no other holiness than that which you can achieve commendably,   

long as the faith is without borders!