The road seemed long and hard ahead
The city still far and not insight
The horizon spread orange and yellow overhead
Feet trod heavy and weary in the dim light
Is this what life is all about I wonder?
A trudging and treading to the great yonder.

When on life’s course we forge
Sometimes with winding turns and bends
And we tend to feel in ourselves a sorge
It is time to look up to heaven for the hand that lends
Saying what do you deeply ponder?
I am here to make it more fonder.

A gift of God to calm our weary Hearts
A word to give us a leap of faith
A needed weapon to expel our every threat
It is the hope that encourages and never a wraith
Is it the figment of a trance?
No, not a trance, but the gift of endurance.

– By Ebimobo W. Obasi