Hope

Hope

The cruel winter winds arise, forceful, battering the outer skin

But the garden of hope allows no winter blast to find a way in

The shadows of night creep forward to shake its confidence

creating a menacing figure

But no cold, icy touch can paralyse hope’s youthful vigour

For hope remains strong, resolute, brave, it cowers not to fear

Ever so tightly it is clasped close, held so precious, so dear

Hope is secure even as the weakening tremble of a faint heart kneels

Even as the terrors of doubt curse and mournfully squeals

Nothing can shake its resolve, nothing tear it down,

hope is eternal, forever abiding, never receding
No provocation or attack penetrates its defences,

hope is the champion of living, dispelling any lingering grieving.

Fr Patrick Brennan © 2012 all rights reserved