Friday, April 18, 2014

IN THE ARMS OF THE SHEPHERD: a poem by ed

hope will never come
            while you are still in your bed
                                 with a dead soul
hope springs from doing
            even when your body
                        is too heavy
                                    for your legs
                                                to carry

to defeat the bed
            is like overcoming death
                        because hope only comes
                                    if one decides
                                                to live
is better
                                                                        than to die

hope cannot be a gift
            given by others
                        you must find it
                                    within the depression
                                                            darkness
                                                                        and debris
                  of your own black hole

no self-pity allowed on this ship
            The Shepherd has already
paid your way 
        to the streets
            paved with gold
                        where hope and peace abound

so get up
            get going
                        let hope
                                    carry you into
                                                your dreams of tomorrow

because one day
               your pay
                        will be
                                eternal rest
                                                in the arms of The Shepherd.  


© ed cooper, 4/18/14, stoney creek, tennessee 
    all rights reserved



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