of the King of Kings

Far Above

By: the iHope Poet

There is a blessing, perhaps in the form of a curse . . .

It is a hope of all hopes

to look into the face of doubt

and see the impossible reflect in its eyes

A faith of all faiths

to shine through the night, even

when raging winds threaten to snuff out the flame

It is trust, above all other trust, 

to relinquish one's fingers 

into the unseen hand of whatever fate may be named

And a promise of all promises,

which requires each of these efforts, 

and in turn grants the bravest, wisest and strongest of hearts

 . . . to that soul who stuck to his guns

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