HIDDEN HOPE

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Like any other day, I opened my front door to fetch the morning paper,
What I saw seemed very strange; I saw a brown paper bag at every door step,
What amazed me was that each bag was neatly arranged,
All the bags looked the same,
I don’t know why, but I looked at mine with hidden shame,
Then I shrugged my shoulders and said with disdain, “it’s just a brown paper bag; no
Colors, no bows, and no frills”,
The bag looked recycled or maybe even used,
Kind of worn, if one was not careful it could easily be torn,
All day long I felt a tug at my heart,
Something was happening, but I was not quite sure,
“Why the big fuss?” I said to myself,
“It’s just a brown paper bag; no colors, no bows, and no frills”,
So I carelessly tossed the bag aside,
Why bother to look inside?
Something was happening, but I was not quite sure,
Surely, it wasn’t the bag, because it just sat in the corner; it was plain, it was uninviting, and not at all exciting,
Again and again, there was a tug at my heart,
The pull was so strong,
Did I do something wrong?
I didn’t know what to do and I could hardly move,
I felt empty and weak, I could hardly speak,
I entered a place of nothingness,
Who do I tell? Where do I hide?
The pull was so strong,
Did I do something wrong?
With trembling fear, I grabbed the bag and opened it,
A warm bright light of many colors filled my house!
Then a soft breeze lifted me!
I floated towards the floor,
With my head bowed and my knees nestled together,
I held on to a brown paper bag,
No colors, no bows, and no frills,
I held on very tightly, I didn’t want to let go!
Something wonderful embraced me, and it felt so right,
Suddenly, I began to murmur confessions, I started to sing, and then I danced,
This was all so new to me,
My eyes were closed, so I couldn’t even see!
But this one thing I know, my heart broke and my mouth spoke.
“Thank you”.
Veronica 2012
(Veronica K. is my sister in Christ. She lives in Houston, Tx. She is not a beggar at all, but she felt like one, finding an old, brown, paper bag by her door…Inside there was a copy of the Book of John from the Bible. This is her poem…)

One comment on “HIDDEN HOPE

  1. Jemine Leigh says:

    Such a beautiful poem. I pray God’s blessing to always inspire our hearts… even with an old brown bag.

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