Hope is the lifeline we hold on to so we don’t give up;
When clouds gather and the sky turns grey;
When life threatens to overwhelm us;
We fall on hope to keep us steady.
Hope like grace, never runs out;
When we think all is lost;
Our prayers get answered;
And the jar of hope gets refilled;
Hope is what keeps us sane;
When life attempts to drive us crazy;
It sustains us from breaking down;
And saves us from getting suicidal;
Hope in people is a sure recipe for a heartbreak;
Hope in riches is a prefix to a nasty surprise;
Hope in God, an uneasy stance to take;
But a surely rewarding safe box for our hope deposits.
Hope is a seed that germinates in the heat of looming catastrophe;
As long as we don’t abandon it, it won’t die;
It whispers ‘maybe’ when everyone screams ‘no!’
Might feel deficient but its potency can never be overrated;
Hope is the anchor for our soul;
The ground beneath the feet;
As long as it remains unshaken;
Peace and joy are ours to keep.
Sometimes life would push us to the very edge;
Chase us to our breaking point;
But as long as we can breathe, let’s not lose our grip on hope;
Hope in God will assure us the last laugh in the end.
© Josephine Amoako 2016