Hope Poem by Gerald Opio

Hope -- the steward of my life.
She navigates my life when I'm feeble, to the extent that I get revitalized.
Peril no longer impacts my life, Hope acts as my shield.

When I sleep and forget about the world for a while, hope wakes me up.
She reminds me that there is a dream that I haven't fulfilled.
She holds me like a baby in the bossom of her mother, feeding off the maternal tenderly love.
Hope is so fond of me, she loves me ardently.

When I seem broken, she reminds me to pray to the author of hope... His name is Yahweh.
She takes prerogative to remind me that faith precedes hope, so without faith, then there is no hope.
But then, what procreates hope and faith? It's non other than love, love for Yahweh, self and neighbor.

Faith, love and hope are special facets of life in my closet,
But the greatest of these three is love, reiterate that again.
Love outdoes all the three and it encompasses them, a mother to all as the others subordinate to her.