Turbulent times and situations I face,
Sometimes, slow down my race.
Discouragement raises its ugly head
And blurs my vision to go ahead.
Heaven seems to go deaf to prayers
Utter’d by a soul seeking answers,
Whilst days fleet by sans consolation
And I still remain under confusion.
Hark! The soft, still voice announces,
“Idle not away His gifted chances,
Or give in to the lies of the adversary,
Nor be trapped in his controversy,
God watches & in His time will restore
Your honour and you’d cry no more”...
Down in the dumps but still kept alive,
I’ll crawl back & continue to strive,
And go on living & hoping for the best
Till my earthly life comes to rest.
A. Anato Swu
