Hope - a poem
Cyntia Seumo | March 25, 2022
Who against hope believed in hope...Romans 4:18
I see you
Yes, I see you.
I see how you're crying out for help
With that smile on your face as you pass by,
But the eye contact is hard to supply
Because you know if they see you inside
They might get caught in your raging sea
And if they sink, then well, that makes two of you.
If they can't help then what is there left to do?
Hope, hope, hope...
it seems too dangerous to hope.
Or maybe it's actually too comfortable
To think that perchance you could actually be stable.
Maybe the sea won't calm down
Maybe the storm is here to stay
Maybe chaos is all there is.
So you think it's better to not hold on to anything that could make you sink.
But have you considered holding on to what could make you float?
Not just for a moment, but for eternity;
Jesus Christ, the one true God.