Deus

A shell waiting to be cracked,

Enclosed in a blanket of illusions.

Images of failure and defeat,

masked the waiting celebration.

 

A promise waiting to be fulfilled?

Questions like this I conceive.

My hope transformed to fantasy,

a fear translated to reality.

 

Until a still soft voice whispers,

a reminder of love and inspiration.

Delivers reassurance to a panting soul,

reflecting the victory that He has won.