Torn but for Faith Hope Joy
Torn by competing demands
How I wish I had a chance
Enter into a dream-like trance
Forgetting my present circumstance
But…
…No.
This thing in the way called Life
(Any wonder it rhymes with ‘Strife’?!)
Leads inevitably to our demise
Our fates in the roll of a dice
Still…
…Yes.
Such ruminations don’t have to dictate
How I live my days and nights ahead
Or weeks months years whatever the date
I don’t have to sit and miserably wait
It’s…
…Faith.
That’s ultimately what I must ‘wear’
Like a helmet or a cap or a beret
Anytime. Anyway. Anywhere.
To resist. To stand firm. To dare.
It’s…
…Hope.
That will keep afloat my dreams
To persevere despite extremes
In every day fresh liquid streams
Refreshing me like vanilla ice cream
It’s…
…Joy
A bubbling up of unspeakable delight
That fills to overflow my cup in plain sight
Unswervingly. Constantly. Holding tight
Keeping my spirits up late into the night
Torn
But for…
…Faith
…Hope
…Joy
