This poem was inspired by Zech 9:12 “Turn ye to the stronghold, ye prisoners of hope even today do I declare that I will render double unto thee.”

A Strange Wind Blowing

My instinct, my spirit all-knowing

I saw trouble ahead of me

Like a tsunami, a raging sea

Crashing my reality

Breathe…release….

I want to be free

 

I prayed for strength

To overcome another day

Too many obstacles and challenges

Blocking my way

 

Just give me a chance

To unlock the chains

living like a prisoner

desperate to escape the pain

 

Give me the key

Stop the roaring sea

As I reflect on how

Things use to be

 

Moments of Bliss

Scratching things off

My wish list

Now, it’s all a mist

 

Hazy, lazy days

Trying to figure out

What bills to pay

Not to mention

No paydays

 

Praying for wisdom to understand

As I stood in silence

trying to figure out my life’s plan

 

Suddenly, something arose inside of me

The words of hope

Changed my mentality

 

The power of words

Can create life or death

I regained my authority and strength

Reclaimed the energy that was left

 

Hope in times of trouble

takes patience, endurance and tenacity

The key to create a new life

transforms our reality

 

If everyone made a change

One step at a time

what looks like a mountain

Would be easy to climb

 

© Copyright 2008 Yolanda Berry