No More Forlorn Hope
Death led me to forlorn hope’s drain
along separation terrain
toward destitute-anguish plane
bereft of home anchor and brain…
Once overwhelmed with grievous pain*
my afflicted heart did complain
questioning God I knew was vain
as my Dad struggled for breath’s gain…
Yet His grace over me did reign
cheering my faith against gloom’s stain
with Dad’s last smile, sans struggle-chain
lingering, till we’ll meet again…
Thus, forlorn hope could not remain
against triumphant bliss domain
since Christ’s promises never wane
offering peace from hurricane.
*Revelation 21:4 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
April 29, 2021
3rd place " This or That, Vol 2" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 5/13/2021.
Title Chosen: Forlorn Hope
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2021
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