belief

Come in and sit for a spell…

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Hope looks through the blinds in intermittent expectation,
As Faith stands on the front porch, her eyes fixed with anticipation;

The air is warm and welcoming, the feast soon to begin,
The table set with elegance, with cups filled to their brims,

But Misery arrives, and as surmised, she brings her friends,
And before Hope knows what’s happening, she’s preparing food for them;

Curiously, Faith takes a peek inside to catch a glimpse,
And suddenly, their stories start to fill her with suspense;

Their disappointment and contempt strike a familiar chord,
And just in time, Doubt arrives and makes her way through the door;

With Doubt now there, next enters Fear to serve up her delights,
Pulling up a chair, she begins to share, as they swallow every bite;

She cleverly stirs conversation of their past regrets,
And Hope becomes depleted with each morsel she takes in;

Faith begins to waver without Hope to take her hand,
For as she supped and sipped their cups, she became too weak to stand;

Wisdom knocked with urgency, but no one heard her cries,
For though she knew she held the key, she awaited their invite;

The room now dim with darkness, they sat vulnerable and bare,
To their surprise, they realized that they had been ensnared;

Their stomachs filled with lies, they find they’ve lost their appetites,
As it is written, Satan comes to steal like a thief into the night.

– Tina Allen