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