It can bring out your fight, Or fuel your flight. It can be of darkness, Or of light. An uncomfortable feeling, emotional blight, taking over when you hear bumps in the night. There’s a quote from FDR to pull from the shelf: ‘The only thing we have to this, is this itself’

I have no seeds and I have no bloom, I use tiny spores to fill the room. I lived with the T-Rex and ancient beast, On shadows and moisture is how I feast. Put me in the sun and I will burn, Toward the window is where I turn. I’m a common houseplant called a...?

I’m raised without hands, carried without feet. You’ll find me in structures both ancient and modern, yet I leave no mark behind. I can be a simple melody or layered with harmonies. I’m chosen specifically for important milestones or Ordinary days. Remove the focus on Him, and I cease to be me.

Firstly, a yellow spandex. Secondly, a one inch master. Thirdly, chucked chuck while playing a nunchuck.

In chains yet free, a lion's heart dost roar, For peace and justice, brave he stands once more. In lands of gold and diamonds, he was born, Apartheid's bane, a nation's light reborn.