...Of Hope
by Michael Doyle

Our nightmares become us in the night
Startling us with their unholy light
Mankind has always struggled as we do
But it is only in this that we renew

As God has mercy on us sinners in our end
In our knowledge and utility as we contend
And the voices of the older generations speak
When toward the future, they dare to peek

Watching as the rats of life bring plague to us all
Knowing that the desire for purity will not prevent our fall
When the scourge emerges from the mire and mud
The days will come when all we will see is the blood

Coursing as it does through humanity's veins
We all call out for God's healing rains
Yet, we forget the more peaceful days and times
When our vices fell as gentle as our endless rhymes

The rats of life come to take another bite
Dragging us into darkness from the light
The holiness of barren souls will not save us
Still, we hold on just because...
                                ...of hope

(c) October 29, 2023   Michael Doyle
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