Without previous warning, the storms of calamities usually strike.
The castle\'s door always yields to the repeated blows with a battering ram.
But his door is still fortified by his unfailing faith and hope.
He knows that a good tree does not produce bad fruits,
and love does not bring forth except joy and happiness.
He knows that darkness cannot arise from the heart of light.
and the merciful one always makes the darkness fade away.
No matter how long he has been walking into the darkness.
No matter how long the sunrise is still restricted behind the high walls.
No matter his way is still full with thunderbolts and storms.
No matter what is going to take place in his life, he will never lose hope.
He\'ll keep walking, chanting psalms and strumming his harp.
In the middle of the advancing mighty waves, which resemble chaotically mobilized mountains of death,
he would say to the storms of tribulation and misery which have gained momentum,
and are brutally battering his life from every direction.
\"My sturdy door is stronger than catastrophe\'s axes, and my soul is stronger than anguish.\"
Adversities cannot possibly triumph over him at his towering peak.
Adversities can only hurl stones at his shadow.
Adversities can\'t defeat his glowing spirit, but they can just fooling around beneath his glorious heaven.