a few friends are going through a rough week, and with this pastor as minor poet retreat coming up i’m trying to get back into writing… so here’s something i came up with this evening – it’s rough and not quite my usual style…
to those
who are feeling
wiped out
washed up
without a clue of what to do
to those
who are feeling
fearful
forgotten
freaked out and full of doubt
to those
who know not what tomorrow brings
who can find no comforts in the little things
who are left feeling tired and used
who can go no further being abused
who just don’t know where to turn
who hold that anger that always burns
have hope
that in the dark
a new day dawns
that in the cross
a resurrection song
have hope
that fire may burn
but not consume
that waters may rise
but not entomb
have hope
that
love
still
wins