Hope

"Hope", oil on dibond, 70x89cm

Hope

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 dealing 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

Thus tribulations sift the sand

Mine's the choice! Through the needle's eye!

Unconditional promise of content

A shimm'ring pierced through the sky

As doom to sudden luck was bent

 - Wim Van Aalst