Hope of Glory (poem) by Richard M Hiebner on AuthorsDen

Hope of Glory
by Richard M Hiebner → (All Poetry by Richard M Hiebner)
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Just to clarify ... I've been going through a time of separation from my family and constant bad news after bad news. Life has thrown many a curve ball at me this year. Friends with illness and threat of death, divorce, if it could go wrong it seem that it would. Where is the hope ... you may not be religious but I am certain you have asked yourself the question: What hope is there. This is my answer after many months of torturous spiritual journey. I write this for you to read but more so for me to declare the Glory of my King. Praise and honor and power be unto Him,
The world it crumbles liken to biscuits in the hands of a child Caught with his hand in the cookie jar Every thought and every feeling running around completely wild Stirred to vigor by tragedies heart forsaken steel bars That locks the soul in the confines off a world of hurt The mind within the house of horrors What has been done to be so devastatingly burnt By the pain of all emotional tortures Where is the hope that is to be found in this world of plenty Fulfilled desires presumably easy to achieve Where everything is fast yet we are always running on empty For there is no substance and by this we are deceived I was for many years deceived by this never ending thought of hope The dream that could be achieved made of soap Bubbles that pop when closer observed with a keen eye Like the life that is lead which is a lie But I've know the miraculous and the divine When of grand mall seizures one has been healed There is little room left for doubt that I am His and He is mine But doubts they came and down that path I walked Yet I am His and He is mine and though I was unfaithful He remained the one who was and is true Faithful to the end saving this one His heart hopefull From many the things that my heart desire Much was boastfull in my pride and then it all caved in yet I'm alive Today because the learning had begun And it is into the deep love of the divine that I now dive Where there is truth and forgives and hope The hope of eternity That is not something for which I grope As one gropes in the dark for the switch that brings light But it is something to treasure with certainty The assurance of the truth of what the spirit within bears witness That there is and was and will be one who timely Came and in this world had done That which was not for man anything remotely possible Feeling all the pain and all the grief Knowing in His flesh such torment we will never know This is He who is my Hope This is He with whom I will spend eternity Where the things of this world are passing A world so full of what is fleeting He is and forever will be All that is my Hope of Glory Dedicated to Jesus Christ of Nazerath, my Lord and Savior. Amen

Reviewed by Connie Faust

Reviewed on October 31, 2009

Even as you write of the eternal hope that fills your being, there is this earthly hope; His grace that brings us though the darkest trials renewed and peaceful, reminded by His comfort that He is indeed with us through it all. I am intrigued by "And it is into the deep love of the divine that I now dive." In Ephesians, His love is described as long, wide, high and deep. I pondered the meaning of deep, and soon made a connection--that His love is like a pool of water, and I dive into the depths with freedom and grace. It surrounds me as I revel in it.
This is a good poem, and one can only be stirred by the many trials you have endured and the conclusion of your faith. Beautiful.
Connie

Reviewed by Eugene Williams

When we search for comfort in our lives we often times reflect agaisnt the wind but as we stand fast to our convictions we are brought into the light of reason that reminds us all of what you are saying here... great piece..