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All Out of Hope
I am right here, Lord
All out of hope.
What of me now, Lord?
End of my rope!
What shall I do, Lord,
What shall I know?
Tie now a knot, Lord,
Or just let me go?
So much of life, Lord,
I’m on my own.
Where are you now, Lord?
Hear now my groan!
Then lift me up, Lord,
Take now my hand.
Be by my side, Lord—
In the Promised Land…
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Michael Charles Maibach began writing poems at age nine. Since then he has continued writing poems, and sharing them with friends. His career has involved global business diplomacy. He is a native of Peoria, Illinois. Today Michael resides in Old Town Alexandria, Virginia. More of his poems are found at www.MaibachPoems.us or on Facebook.
Michael – I would imagine that writing this emotional poem was cathartic for you. Thank you for sharing it.
I agree with Russel – this is certainly an emotional poem that feels cathartic. I am sure many will relate to your words. I find that the wonder of this harsh world is the daily gifts in the form of beauty… the sunrise and sunset, the birds and butterflies, the little glimpse of heaven here on earth when we feel there’s nothing but darkness in our midst. For me, nature is a tonic. Michael, I wish you a weekend of floral and feathered treasures.
The only sign of hope’s ultimate fulfillment lies in the more expansive petition of the final stanza. Good structure for an admirable prayer poem, Michael.
Nice try.
Amen to that Promised Land, Michael – it does seem so far away. A lovely, melodious piece.
Greetings ~Michael,
I loved your poem and absolutely Divine simplicity. Such soul in your verses! I welcome your poetry and hope to see more!