Hope’s libation pours out from the struggle,
Flooding the breach with fearlessness,
Hope is place embracing life’s trouble,
Buoys our peace upon swells of unrest,
Prayer spits out briny sea by the mouthfuls,
Resolute to swim against nature’s rebuttal.

The hidden horizon explodes in sunrise,
Sparkling whitecaps bursting with the Daystar,
Pulling at waves towards God’s golden eye,
Hope’s fulgent path gleams atop this soaking graveyard,
Towing me through this heaving and undulant spar.

Hope reaps new life by each given moment,
Satiating the promise sufficient for souls,
Without counting the cost or love that is spent,
Gulping forgiveness to swim in Christ’s watering hole.

Free will is given to swim through the suffering,
A gift to react to the joy that was stole,
By drowning in bitterness or oblation’s sweet offering.

Within that place see the path to where new life awaits,
That embraces the swim above fear’s pulling weight.

Keep on swimming… keep on swimming…

by Chris Clody
3/9/21