broken by cold
world's storm tears fragile promise
fragrant offering called hope
Are you finding yourself alone in this mixed up world of CoVid 19? Worries swirl about your head for yourself, family, the world.
“This is my comfort in my affliction, For your word has given me life.”
Hang on to the two words Comfort and Affliction that form a parenthesis around the word and very presence of affliction. Trials and afflictions (doubts and pains) may not be nullified, but they are cushioned by the faithful Word of God.
I’m trying to address homelessness from many angles. This poem looks straight into the eyes of those who have so little. There is much a person can endure with hope. Without hope however even the best of situations can readily disintegrate.
Inspired by Poet’s United Mid Week Motif Prompt Hunger.