A Crying Soul

 

A Crying Soul

Not a poet at all…

just putting in words

the bewailing of my soul

No fascinating verses or prose

just echoes of every teardrops 

mists of life’s blows…

I am no poet at all

Just a wretched heart

ravaged and consumed 

crying in unending rain

walking through my storms …

©️Manuelle Augustine, 2015

Hopelessness

How wonderful is the word Hope...

It brightens a way...

It opens a pathway to strive...

It gives life a meaning...

It invigorates a soul...

But there are things 

that Hope can never change...

They are called reality and truth

Which only acceptance and faith

for the will and purposes of God

is the only choice...

It is called hopelessness 

a bitter truth...

What can i do?

What can I do Oh God

Knowing  it is your will...

My sadness I can not hide

my pain I can not pretend...

My tears are streaming 

yet I can not

detest your will...

What can I do Oh God

when I know it is your will...