A Ray Of Hope
A ray of hope abides within the heart,
Like toddlers grasping anchor, as juveniles how they start.
Courage is of high deed, in a horrendously beautiful way,
A ray that shapes the blessings has come this gentle day.
Their hurtful little fingers play with the births of ground,
There’s a listen at their pain and sorrow, a dreadful sad old sound.
Hear them Mercy Giver, oh Him who gives, who takes,
Pamper when they hunger, sap just on their aches.
They conquer through their slippage, firm upon a stance,
Like a lion on a throne, as lowly as the ants.
And the sun, how it basks upon their naked faces,
Teardrops on their nostrils, a sigh of joy replaces.
These streets, those corners of bitter mouths are crowded,
Passers seeking produce, of women who mask their heads.
Their spirits show their anger; their merits convey an aim,
Survival is compulsory, from the doors out which they came.
I utter in a silence, of a painful narrative,
My wishes ever hampered, with a willing heart to give.
But prayers have such meaning, so pamper on their tears oh Jah,
That aches and pains will not exist, hear me good Jehovah.