I wrote this in 2009. Can't remember what the occasion was... but somehow it seems to be a helpful reminder of circumstances I sometimes forget......
The red flower of hope (27/11/09-2.01am)
Clouds of distress serenade me,
as I try to surrender to the rhythm of sweet slumber.
Uncertainty keeps watch over me,
as the future seems so blur.
If only I had a strong grasp of tomorrow,
today would be all but that red flower.
Visions of what could be comes crashing over me,
as I watch my city of dreams crumble.
What I was certain is right for me,
now seems like a big mistake.
All that I have built with such earnest hopes,
now seems like empty fascinations.
And the only light at the end of this tunnel,
is none other than that red flower.
If all was within my grasp,
nothing would be out of reach.
If all that man can be is within his own palm,
uncertainty would seem a myth.
But so would be that red flower,
only heard and spoken of but never seen.
And trust in God would be but a shadow,
a poor reflection of the Truth that He Is.
And so this red flower is all that is necessary,
and nothing else could bring more hope.
For Your Love alone is enough for me Lord,
protect me from the foe.