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Journey's Resolution is a poem by Fisher kel Tath. "I have heard voices thick with sorrowI have seen faces crumble with griefI have beheld broken men rise to standAnd witnessed women walk from small gravesYet now you would speak of weaknessOf failings worth nothing but scornYou would show all the sides of your fearBrazen as trophies in the empty shell of conquestBut what have you won when the night draws closeTo make stern your resolve among these shadowsWhen at last we are done with the worldWhen we neither stand nor fall nor wake from stillnessAnd the silent unknowing waits for us?I have heard my voice thick with sorrowI have felt my face crumble with griefI have broken and turned away from gravesAnd I have grasped tight this hand of weaknessAnd walked in the company of familiar failings

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  • Journey's Resolution is a poem by Fisher kel Tath. "I have heard voices thick with sorrowI have seen faces crumble with griefI have beheld broken men rise to standAnd witnessed women walk from small gravesYet now you would speak of weaknessOf failings worth nothing but scornYou would show all the sides of your fearBrazen as trophies in the empty shell of conquestBut what have you won when the night draws closeTo make stern your resolve among these shadowsWhen at last we are done with the worldWhen we neither stand nor fall nor wake from stillnessAnd the silent unknowing waits for us?I have heard my voice thick with sorrowI have felt my face crumble with griefI have broken and turned away from gravesAnd I have grasped tight this hand of weaknessAnd walked in the company of familiar failings
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  • Journey's Resolution is a poem by Fisher kel Tath. "I have heard voices thick with sorrowI have seen faces crumble with griefI have beheld broken men rise to standAnd witnessed women walk from small gravesYet now you would speak of weaknessOf failings worth nothing but scornYou would show all the sides of your fearBrazen as trophies in the empty shell of conquestBut what have you won when the night draws closeTo make stern your resolve among these shadowsWhen at last we are done with the worldWhen we neither stand nor fall nor wake from stillnessAnd the silent unknowing waits for us?I have heard my voice thick with sorrowI have felt my face crumble with griefI have broken and turned away from gravesAnd I have grasped tight this hand of weaknessAnd walked in the company of familiar failingsScorn lies in the dust and in the distance behindEvery trophy fades from sightThe night lies ahead drawing me into its closeFor when I am done with this worldIn the unknowing I will listen for the silenceTo await what is to comeAnd should you seek moreFind me in this placeBefore the rising dawn" ―Fisher kel Tath
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