The Dawning of Hope
by Kevin Smead © 2018Life is a burden
And time is a curse
Each day is a play
That we do not rehearse
We each write a book
With much careful thought
But know that its pages
Will all come to naught.
Our moments are painted
With much artful skill
But colors are wasted
In time that we kill.
We sing songs of passion
In much pain begotten
Meant to inspire
But too soon forgotten
Our stories are bland artifacts
Buried in dust
Our iron wills corrupted
Our treasured thoughts rust
Our hearts bleed for nothing
Our mind aches in vain
Our joys are all pointless
There’s nothing to gain.
The things that now hurt us
Will soon hurt no more
But the pleasures that drive us
Will leave us all poor.
For life is a burden
And time is a curse
Hope an illusion
A rose scented hearse.
Till in steps the Savior
With truth for our lies
The pain was His blessing
Dressed up in disguise.
Our hurts and our failures
Drive us to his arms
He wooes and He wins us
With mysteries charms
Then life is a blessing
And time just a start
A hopeful beginning
For a once hopeless heart.
This poem won second place for the
April 2018 poetry contest
