Whispers of Hope

As the celebration continues

This was my first published poem

By Linda Rondeau

The long night has worn the soul to waste

Lucifer taunts, "Where is your God?"

Despair prepares a victory dance.

The doors to Desolation open wide.

 The Evil One points to the pit-

"I will give you rest," he rails.

"God cares not, for where is He

In this your darkest hour?"

My body wearied, I long for sleep.

I cry, "This fight I cannot win."

The flags of Hell wave triumphant

Damnation awaits its zealous prize.

Abruptly devils cease their revel

They will not claim this soul.

I ponder on their sudden flight

Why this change in Satan's scheme?

I hear the sounds of rustling breezes-

The Heaven-sent Whispers of  Hope.

Then louder clangs Angelic Realms

The Pimps of Darkness flee in haste.

Then upon the darkness breaks

Shards of  Sonlight Glory

Visions of a blood stained cross

A Risen Savior's sword prevailing

He comforts me thru the night

"Child, come near my side.

Feel the prints upon my hand

My wounds for you endured.

From the highest heavenly places

To the lowest earthly baseness

I came to render sin powerless

If only you believe.

Take my hand and follow.

I will be your defender, shield.

Belial can no more harm you.

My death has won your victory."

Whispers of Hope he sends today

With each new sunrise promise.

Reminders of his sacred oath-

His ever present self.

 Copyright by Linda Rondeau

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