I need hope

Lately, I find myself in desperate need of hope. The stress of watching Tanzania become what it is is too much to bear alone. I feel powerless and helpless. At 2 am, instead of sleeping, I found myself writing this:

I am out of prayers

Dispair knocks and I let it in

I let it sit on my chest

and wait for something resembling hope

to lift me from under it

I look at the shut door

see if my neighbours knock

but they too are locked inside their houses

with the same heavy things on their chests

weeping

I wonder

If I try to scream

would someone hear me?

I wonder

If our quiet sobs

would rise like vespers

and touch the heart of heaven

I wonder

If we all look to the sky

silent

tired

desperate

would God still save us?

So, I have decided to host an online poetry meet, hoping that together, we can find our collective hope. I know; hope seems futile at times, but it is worth it. I would like to invite you to join me and share your poetry with me. I will not record anything, but I hope it will be a space where we can help each other find hope and healing. CLICK TO REGISTER.