Sunday, October 17, 2010

Poetry Sunday~ HOPE

Job 14:7 For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease.

(c) Joni Zipp

I hold hope in the palm of my hand
it slides right out like fine quicksand.
I hold hope in the budding flower
wait for the bloom with every hour.

I hold hope with every sunrise
it disappears into the nights eyes.
I hold hope in the pit of my heart
melting like wax it falls apart.

I hold hope with all of my dreams
but the little flower has died it seems.
I hold hope of every new day
soon the wind will whisk it away.

I have faith that hope will stand tall
wash away doubts, not letting it fall.
In my being reside faith and hope
With my Father I know I’ll cope.

Doubt and fear have all run away
I rise this glorious new found day.
I seek the Lord to Him I run
FAITH and HOPE shall not be undone!

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Stormcrow said...

Faith and hope shall not be undone!

joni said...

Amen to that!!! :)

June said...

Two things that we can access any time -- all the time. It's eternal.


joni said...

And I know how to access it poetically! :)