While in a gloomy dream of loss
With not a single smile or cheer
My heart bearing a heavy cross,
My mind overgrowing with fear
A radiant shine I saw amidst
My darkest, deepest sea of tears
Calling out to me as if
It had a knowledge of my fears.
Oh, how I longed for such a bliss
To save me from my deep distress.
Had I not searched, I just could miss
This beam of light, I do confess.
But long it took to realize
The glory of this glowing hope:
Divine the face of Jesus Christ
Who held towards my hands, a rope.
A rope of faith and bliss it was,
That reached to me for my relief.
But doubt filled my mind because
Of this weak soul’s lack of belief.
I paused and thought, “Is this my way?
Is He the Savior of my day?”
Then filled with guilt, I told myself,
“He saved me when I lay astray.”
Free of hesitation, I
Leaped with faith and caught the rope,
Needless to say that till I die,
I’ll hold on tight to that good hope.
-Stenila Simon, 2009