SORROW’S HOPE

This soul, cindered and silent, no longer dreams in light.

Sorrow’s embrace holds forever tight.

Innocence lost, beyond my reach.

Sorrow’s door I long to breach.

Yet torment’s hands hold firmer still;

The past I long for slips beyond my will.

Yet time flows through hope and sorrow,

Forever bending into tomorrow.

The past extends a gentle hand,

Memories echo soft and sweet through shadowed land.

A promise remembered for all who seek.

He guides with mercy, calm and bright.

A constant flame in the longest night.

My soul held close, remembered now,

Beneath His love, I learn to bow.

Not lost, not left in shadow’s keep,

But cradled gently, even in grief.