Hoping

Hoping while waiting’s a slow steady trudge

Like the creeping of lava or the “stuck” of a sludge

A hope that moves forward, one step at a time

Then waits to be certain the next step’s defined

Hope and endurance, when both are at hand

Are the dogged forbearance, ere you walk or you stand

Hope sees the light at the tunnel’s deep end

So enduring the slog has a masterful edge

A hope laid in trust, is a hope that’s secure

When a trudge, or a wait, or a walk you endure

The One who is proven a trustworthy soul

Is where hope’s that are realised can make a soul whole

7/1/2020

Life’s March

Life passes by

The March of time

We hasten, pause

See rain and shine

But each one’s march

Begins and ends

In this we all will share,

My friends

Sometime march

In single file

Or pass the time

En masse, a while

Two-by-two

Lead on, be lead

Keep in step

Or lag instead

Distracted

One may march askew

The wounded

Drag a limb or two

But others may

Lift some on high

And give the march

Of two a try

Onward, though

We all shall plod

Whether we are

Or how we’re shod

Into the vast

Eternity

Our marching out

Parade, will be

16/2/2019

Seasons Change

All bronzed and dry with heat

From summer-length of days

Will see the dead seed fall

Wait out the season’s haze

 

When showers shall begin

Fall on settled dust and grain

Moistened, warm, implanted

The dead will shoot again

 

Needs be the death of old

Then nourishment anew

For shoots of green afresh

See hope, just pushing through

 

New life again shall come

From old once dead and dry

When showered and shone upon

Earthbound from the sky

 

Nourishment raining down

New growth reaching up

The dead will fall, the living rise

That hope might fill my cup

 

 

29/3/2014

 

 

Trial, Path, Growth

 

Once blackened by the fiery trial

Now glistening in the sun

The dead and living intertwined;

 

One life is all but over

The other just begun

 

 

 

Though dead, there is reminder still

Of life-long reaching up

Stretching out and reaching forth;

 

To see the path beneath the growth

Is where my mind is stuck

 

 

 

The living shows the green of life

Dancing with the breezes

The path beneath is much obscured;

 

One’s path, perhaps, of no import

The growth is that which pleases.

Trial, Path, Growth

 

 

 

 

 

13/12/2013