THIS YEARS DREAM…(©Peter Sprenkeler)
Life’s dreams lay crushed and broken before me,
On the ground…scattered in the dust they lay.
I kneel…holding a few wretched pieces to my chest,
Is this all you would leave me…to God I angrily say?
The tears fall like rain…the emotions cold and numb,
The ever present passion in my heart has disappeared.
Life is a drudgery…a pointless and empty void,
At such a low ebb…a state I have always feared.
Yet somewhere in this gloom…a ray of hope,
From where it comes…I simply do not know.
A tiny seed…I watch it closely,
Who knows what from it…may spring forth and grow.
Perhaps just one of my many elusive dreams,
Will flower from this tiny seed.
Oh Lord I would settle for just one true love,
From my prison…love would have me freed.
I watch in eager and impatient expectation,
This vigil…will it see joy or leave me again bereft.
What will this ray, this seed of hope bring?
Perhaps hope…is all that I have left?