These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Hoping Beyond Hope

Some days Hope is wondrous plain.
It walks with us and colors glow.
The Future doth look bright, again,
and each rested heart can good things know.

Some days Hope its slickers dons
to trudge through the rain of heartfelt tears.
It would the gale be sooner gone,
a-blowing hence its lifelong fears.

Some days Hope, it seeks to hide
to draw us in to nearer be
for sometimes sit we in our pride,
expecting Hope to always see.

Some days Hope has a voice so faint,
that we must strain to hear one word,
but though the devil would blackness paint
the hopeful thought wings like a bird.

This Hope beyond all living hope
restores our faith to hope, again.
We're given help when we can't cope,
by One, Who paid for every sin.

Hope Beyond Hope seems hard to find
when try we everything we know,
but in the days, that are unkind
perennial plants gain the strength to grow.

Hope Beyond Hope helps the glazing eyes
to see, again, at a higher view.
The days of pain 'mid heartfelt cries
may know great peace when all is through.

Hope Beyond Hope when Try doth cease,
resigns itself to Nevermore.
In giving up we find increase,
and the Risen King with greater store.

by Jay O’Toole
on January 14th, 2022