No Trouble Tomorrow Poem by John Sensele

Clouds around us shout aloud and swirl
Scopes of our hopes can't curl
Providence in every incidence we unfurl

Strutting into guts of a fruitful future
Nourishing and stashing a credible culture
Squashing and bashing a vice vulture

As with renewed vigour
Heightened rigour
To the tune of a Christian clangour

Believing every luscious leaf
Won't grow stiff on a catastrophe cliff
Despite machinations and throes of a thief

Longing to peel off our joy
With a puny ploy
Meant our future to destroy

For our eyes evaluate
In a perspective no demons can evacuate
No matter how much they mutate and punctuate

As we surge forth
Appreciating our self worth
Multiplying our mirth

Whether storms rage
We jettison excess baggage
For us God the only judge

To bless us
From our lives he cuts fuss
No time or clime for a sourpuss

Twenty eighteen
Foretells goodness hitherto-unseen
Cos tomorrow we shall win.