dinsdag 20 oktober 2015


"Hope", oil on dibond, 70x89cm


Crawled onto a crumbling peak
Abyss ahead, abyss beneath
Dark billowing clouds bespeak
Doom's intent on my defeat

A bitter, angry, frightened heart
Puny, makes too weak a case
Tis just Fate handing a card
I acknowledge with light-hearted grace

For who decides how I'm to feel?
Strangling demons by bare hand
Breaking fear's fervor's rotting seal
As tribulations sift the sand

Mine's the choice! Through the needle's eye
Unconditional promise of content
A shimmering pierced through the sky
As doom to sudden luck was bent

 - Wim Van Aalst

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