Written by: Charles Fuller

I ask…myself

Where does hope reside
In one’s spirit

Despite obstacle’s
The journey continues

Yesterday cannot be relived
To exact will

For tomorrow’s truth
Lingers for no man

There is no victory
In returning to yesterday

Though we all desire
Our memories to be reborn

The promise must be held
Throughout the daily struggle

It is the clear mind that sees
Zion is only a lifetime distant

The answer…myself