-- Never So Fine --

John Herlihy

Hope never felt so precious, so fine,

As when it sprouts from the soil of despair.

A belonging hope, a hope solely mine,

Like a shiny coin, or the inner light of prayer.

Despair holds close the blackness of night,

Tempered by the eternal glow of a solitary star.

Who could imagine in such darkness such light,

From millions of miles, a gift delivered from afar.

Hope a protective shield, gleaming in light,

Such vistas never imagined coming to the fore.

A possibility as a promise that gives me the right,

To envision the road of my destiny as never before.

When in the cavernous depths of deep despair,

I couldn’t bear the brunt of another’s sad lament.

My recourse lay in the entreaties of sincere prayer,

To serve as a soothing balm from Heaven sent.

In faithfully arriving, the first light of dawn never dims,

So also the enduring light of hope in the heart brims.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Tuesday 11 January 2022