Hope
Hope
When in my heart long lost hope cannot find savor.
There is darkness that sometimes overwhelms- grows- dwells.
Angry bitter thoughts clearly, ring Satan's doorbells.
Allowed to savor life-long distasteful flavor.
Mal-thoughts conceived at leisure rape life of treasures.
Depression bereaved will vicariously wail.
Truth-less-news implanted in the heart will impale.
Robbing long-forgotten wishes of life pleasures.
Why, allow I, thoughts to dwell on imperfections?
Why sink I, my soul beneath the truth, to be lost?
Should not I resurrect kind thoughts of evil tossed
Which without bounds can lead hope to new reflections?
Yea, I say! I shall savor truth clearly, dearly.
And lead my thoughts above the mundane ills of life.
I shall offer hope to others who suffer strife.
And thus doing, seek not praise, but joy, sincerely.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
11-22-09
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