Hope Dies When the Soul Become Brittle

Monday Missive 104

A Poem: Hope Dies When the Soul Becomes Brittle

Hope dies when souls become brittle,
Aged by cynical thought;
Stiffened by hurt,
Struck sideways by pain,
Wrinkled by old routines,
In worn out wineskins.

When faith falters,
When love leaves,
When joy drains,
Fear enters;
Hope descends into a hole
Hidden by ogres of despair.

Oh, soul of mine,
Stay flexible,
Stay young,
Sail into tomorrow,
Sit in the starlight,
See the rising sun.

Oh, soul of mine,
Lift up your gaze,
Into a new day,
Into a new life,
Renewed
Resurrected,
In the presence
Of the maker of souls,
The author of hope.

A Prayer: Author of All Hope

Author of all hope,
I come today,
Leaning into your presence,
For you only can give true hope;
Hope that goes beyond
What is happening in my life,
And all that surrounds me.
Allow me this day
To realize your hope,
That transcends everything:
Pain,
Sickness,
Events,
Attitudes,
Emotions,
Even death.
Infuse my life this day
True hope that only you can give.

A Passage: For Reflection

Let us hold tightly without wavering to the hope we affirm, for God can be trusted to keep his [promise.]()
-- Hebrews 10:23 NLT