A Jubilant World
But until, O Lord, until you bid me joy
And allow one world we all can enjoy,
Love to savor and love for all to share
with those who have woe alone to bear,
Happiness covering each sorrowful face
In this one thing I but blame your grace,
None but me alone shall bear this rancor
and pin the blame on thee with anger…
For I’ve looked for love in every stranger
And no, never did I find me an answer.
Why so few among us live in peace
Their problems with years increase,
Weary of life’s never-ending struggle
Finding no reprieve in a world of trouble,
So how, alas! How then may that be?
It’s dark and you have forsaken me.
Lord, in this one thing you can be sure
My devotion to you will mostly endure,
But when clouds of doubt ever engulf me
Hope’s the prayer that should set me free.
~01/25/2022
~Joy, Hope and Kindness
~Sponsor: Angela Tune.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment