Hope

 

 

 

Hope springs eternal, or so they say –

Sometimes I wonder, as each new day

Brings unseen headaches. If I could see

Them onward winging, then I would be

 

Ready, and armoured; equipped for the fight –

But they are devious, and I take flight

From all their torment, all unannounced

Knocking me backwards, nastily pounced

For new attack, and so they may –

For I’m unprotected, and so they hold sway.

 

Heavy and burdened this day I may be –

I vow tomorrow they won’t defeat me –

I will remember that God’s armour’s there

For me –

And it’s free -

What better to wear?

 

Front, back, and sides, I’m protected, so I

Can chase my demons, can shout, with loud cry:

“Go! – for your poisonous darts cannot do

Harm any longer –

For my God is stronger

And mightier than you!”

 

 

If this sounds hackneyed, don’t scoff.

 

What I say

May give another soul

Hope for the day.