Hope

When I do not understand the darkness,
the things that prison you away from me
at places where no light can fall

it’s as if my whole life is extradited
to the one or other power
which destiny claims as its own

and I am just another player
who in Black Jack can count cards
but this is a totally different game

where the power of destiny
and of luck
always has the upper hand

and at times like in Hearts
you fold
and put your cards down on the table

and not always
are dealt the right, the best hand
by forces which you do not comprehend
are forced

to keep on playing the game
while life keeps on
dealing out new cards

and at times the loss is far greater
than you can comprehend
and you loose the hope
of a new tomorrow, of deliverance
somewhere along the way
and wonder about the hope,
the power of love.

[Reference: Hoop (“Hope”) by Mandi Engelbercht Out of: Speel vir Tyd.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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