Holding Hope

When life beckons for despairs, 

Let hope strengthens you for the journey,

When you cannot weather the storms

…and your anchor is not holding up

Clinging to the tiny hands of HOPE makes meaning than nothing,

Maybe it might be spiralling spring of past,

Maybe it might be living for now,

Or tomorrow? Tomorrow?

Sure,you might be hoping against all odds,

Yes! Getting busy living, Getting busy thriving

 A sheer Light, a sheer delight

A glimpse of joy a drop of joy in the midst of ocean

Against all odd hope prevails,

Hope survives against all odd.

All odds…yet hope

©FUNMI ADEYEMO, September 2016