By Craig Sabin
I never knew, how my hopes grew,
so silently they spread.
Like ivy leaves on chimney wall
they grew inside my head.
Until the bitter breezes blew,
and left them all for dead.
I felt them shrivel up and fall,
and it was then I knew,
that down inside my hopes had died,
and they were mine
no more.
Whole fleets of expectations,
like hungry merchant ships,
had sailed into my harbor heart,
and docked among the slips.
They'd tied themselves with sailor's art
to wait their promised store.
And when, with hulls still empty,
they were ordered to depart,
they rose in bloody mutiny
and stormed upon the shore.
Oh how they wailed,
and loud their cries
for longings unfulfilled,
as vacant satisfaction's lies
slipped through their hands
like desert sands,
to lie
upon the floor.
Enough.
Delib'rately
I turn my eyes
away from where
lament was spent,
and to the place my certain home
lies high above the skies,
where moth and rust do not destroy
and thieves can steal
no more.
The kingdom of the Righteous One,
whose lips can form no lies,
prepares for me a mansion, grand,
and beckons me with outstretched hand
up where ev'ry shattered hope
becomes a bright kaleidoscope,
there stands, for me,
an open door.
"See, I have placed before you an open door that no one can shut. I know that you have little strength, yet you have kept my word and have not denied my name.” The Revelation of Jesus Christ, Chapter 3, Verse 8
Craig Sabin is my favorite poet. His poetry touches my heart. It will touch your heart, too. Read Craig’s story at the post below.
https://brocraigblog.wordpress.com/2020/05/30/where-hopes-lie-a-lament/
In His Love, Cindy
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