Saturday, February 09, 2013



Hope

Beloved and Pure,
Seem the two are enemies at war
Always desiring the love and the cure,
Though I know both are only in the Lord.

You looked into my heart,
And named my fighting nature
A core contradiction from my start
Two giants in this tiny stature.
So you peered into my future.

And when you watched me break my heart,
And my inmost cries call out,
You added Hope to play her part
To ensure I’d never quit my route,
To wrestle through my sins and doubt
And render in the end some rest
Beloved and Pure, in you, and blessed


July 31, 2010.  Poetry of Presence.

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