In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall

Doubts whisper secrets, and fears begin to crawl

The wind of worry stirs, and hearts begin to stray

From the radiant truth that chases all despair away

A gift of glory, a divine imprint on the soul

Righteousness bestowed, like morning's golden role

Yet, when we forget, and gaze inward with dismay

The mirrors of our minds reflect a fragile, fading ray

Insecurity's dark wings begin to flutter and roam

Fueling the relentless drive to strive, to seek, to know

A will-o'-the-wisp of perfection beckons, shining bright

A siren's call that echoes, "You must be more, you must be right"

But still we stumble, and our confidence gives way

For in the maze of self, we lose the path, night and day

Till like a sunrise, the gift of righteousness appears

A love-imprinted seal, a heart-echoing cheer

May we recall, may we renew our sight

And see the gift, the treasure that shines like a guiding light

May our hearts, once lost, now found, be filled and made complete

In the radiant righteousness that crowns our souls, wild and unique.