The last blossoms fade with each drop of mercury.
Summer is a distant memory.
Life is still present.
Lost hope is restored.
Forgotten joys pop up in spirit.
Languid faith begins to move and my whole being is alive with new possibilities.
I know that one small back-step will rob my hope.
One missed prayer will kill my faith.
One overlooked blessing and my peaceful, thankful heart will diminish.
With God’s help I will fight to the bitter end.