Hope

Hope By ROSTI When the days were dark With illness and death all around, Hope lay dormant - A lamp hidden under a bushel Of despair. But it still gave it’s light To allow the man to go on. How this happened Was that the man was certain There was meaning in the meaningless. He often created his own meaning, Certain of that hidden light. The light waiting to be uncovered, Placed on a lamp stand To light the room of his life. There was a certainty that the light was there Just unseen - like a tree might make a sound As it fell in a forest Although no one was there to hear. A light of potential. Love removed the bushel. Time and blessings upon blessings Acted as that lamp stand. Faith kept the feet of his life Plodding one step ahead of the last. And when that light shone All of those blessings Culminated in a cacophony of grace Abundantly poured out Flowing like honey Into every crack… © Richard A. Martin, Jr., MD, CPC, 2017