book excerpt
HOPE IN HYMN
Storms never last
Their upheaval cast
Upon prayerful pilgrims - stationed within
Hinging on that hope of a 'sacred hymn.'
Forces of rage have no allegiance.
Reason prevails but for a season.
Does not discern upright from evil,
But ploys its torrential reign of upheaval.
Whether you ride the tempest at best
Or seek refuge as a welcomed guest,
Elements are called for the betterment
Lent to try an Innocent's intent.
After all in balm is gone
On bended knee - we regather
The puzzled debris.
To rid oneself of that ghost
Of which daunts within memories host.
As solace calms - morning lifts in.
Secured in our hope of one promised "HIM"
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