The future,
The one just ahead,
It looms large
Threatening destruction
And carnage.
If I avert my gaze
Away from the everlasting,
I would surrender my will
To forces beyond my control
And wallow in mire
Too deep for hope.
Yes!
The battle rages
And fear does its worst.
The missles,
When I close my eyes,
They ricochet inside my head
Holding respite at bay.
And then,
Just when all hope is lost,
I see a lamb
Or maybe a lion.
And he is victorious.
Reality! Ultimate reality!
How I long for it.
The victory!
I pant for it too.
I mean the win,
That triumphant dance,
When I will taunt
My suffering,
As though it never happened,
As though it never mattered.
Come! O day of victory!
O day of restoration,
Appear from the heavens.
Make things right again.
Fill my soul
And right my wrongs.
I am ready