Hope against hope

In the quiet of the morning

I sit

and watch the sun

inexorably conquer the shadow

slowly

persistently 

assaulting the darkness of the woods

it is a time to think

of life

and love

this day

I look at myself and wonder

whether I am still viable

I look at my heart

and it feels like there are pieces missing

as if parts have been pulled away

leaving something incomplete

barely capable of beating

of filling me with llife

my soul is tired

and my

mind is swirling chaos

of things done and left undone

a tumultuous chaos

of names and tasks

fears

and hope?

I dare not hope again

and yet the sun

once again rises

and once again marches

into the darkness

perhaps this tattered life

held together with 

spiritual duct tape

and bailing twine

this fragile

disintegrating

being

can walk through one more day

and see the sun rise

again

and feel the darkness

fade

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Against all hope, Abraham in hope believed   Romans 4:18