…And yet by hope in mystery,
Belief in what I cannot see,
I’ll be relieved this awful death,
Have life abundantly,
Will not hang relentlessly
Upon this cross ‘twas built for me,
Will instead at your command
Be In Love eternally,
Will behold the summer storm
In all it’s fury, kept from harm,
Though wrapped in winter’s blizzard
Be all the while made warm,
Observing autumn’s dying hues
No longer be inspired to gloom,
Knowing raging change of spring
Enjoying peace in everything.
Copyright 2018. L.L. Shelton.