Lest Thought Yields to Despair...

Lest thought yields to despair

And hope dejected cedes defeat

And hunger leads to feeding where

Nothing its howling want can meet

 

Lest Unknown seems too hard

And what we know is not enough

To mediate twixt head and heart

Mortal’s intrinsic need for love

Lest ‘if’ offers no grace

And brokenness bleeds spirits dry

Without the Wherewithal to face

What is not known to you or I

…we ought to bow in prayer

And break the Bread of Life and eat

Lest thought yields to utter despair

And hope dejected cedes defeat

© Janet Martin