Valley Of Achor Poem by John Sensele

A valley of Achor sprouts up into lives of folks
Big and bald, beautiful and benign, besotted and belligerent
Because Achor inextricably like a limpet locks
In its tentacles in cells, bells, veils and mails with a rabid reagent.

A valley of Achor sometimes dissimulates a silver lining
That in the cycle of life pops up when hope
Like a general enjoins infantry troops on the verge of giving
Up to launch a final assault on a battlefront and squashing the enemy's ability to cope.

A valley of Achor like a valley of favourable tides
Tests folks, eliciting their best resolve if they endure
Transient trouble for a glorious victory whose rides
Reward tenfold while folks feel so unsure of a cure.

A valley of Achor needn't be a death sentence
A fence disguised as terminal cancers or academic test
Setbacks or marriage ripples or financial blues that once
In a while ask questions. Send Achor scampering West.