And Grace Will Lead

Some days the world seems bleak,
a colorless landscape, all uphill,
whose horizon stretches so far
we cannot speak, and home
seems impossibly out of reach.

Yet, hope ensures--
that small bird
that finds the will to try again,
endures, when strength is gone
and sleep almost seems the fairer answer.

Drawn steadily toward infinity,
the harvest ripe, the reaper ready,
face upturned to the beckoning dawn,
and grace will lead us home.

© 2017 Cheri Neuman Herald

Merry Christmas! Wishing you the hope ensured by grace.