“Six-line stanzas use lines of twelve syllables, and while they don’t use rhyme, they repeat end words. Specifically, the second and fourth line of each stanza repeat an end-word or syllable; the fifth and sixth lines also repeat their end-word or syllable.” (https://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirteen-11/) I ended up rhyming rather than repeating.
There’s a yearning toward the divine in all the world,
A spiritual stretching, flowers grasping for sun,
A soul gasping for grace. But there’s a counterweight,
Fear and doubt pulling us down, ourselves overrun,
Striving for better, for best, for something (not this!)
Bright and good, a clarion hope we can’t dismiss.
We defy the darkness! Resist the fear, the doubt!
Our nature’s better angels soaring toward the light,
Pulling us, urging us, to follow where they lead!
Darkness disperses and righteousness becomes right.
We find meaning in creatures’ inter-relation,
Kindness defines our locus in all creation.
Such hope is rare in this world, far too delicate
To trust to capricious vicissitudes of chance.
So we care and nurture hope, fulsome with yearning,
To navigate light and dark as a kind of dance,
The rhythmic ebb and flow which defines existence.
Our defiance is how we sustain resistance.
John the Librarian 