Will hope outlast a loaf of bread,
or change conceived on new year's bed?
A fleeting cloud can block sun's beams-
can love still glow in shrouded dreams?

I've pondered much the thoughts of man
who cannot grasp the cosmos' span
or understand when birds in flight
abscond when summer's end's in sight.

How can we trust one promised vow?
When birthed in hearts whose pride won't bow.
Where can we find one truthful word?
When history's past makes trust absurd.

I cannot cling to man's false hope
as he descends destruction's slope.
There's just one hope my soul can find-
though men will hide --- pretend they're blind.

I can't pretend that I don't care,
when Jesus paid that costly fare-
should I give up and let you burn?
Yet I cannot -- I wish you'd turn.
I have no clue why folk won't ask
and hang on to...pride's poisoned cask.
R.Owen 25/01/2016