From Psalm 121:1-2:  “I lift up my eyes to the hills—from where will my help come?  My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.”

Dark perils come knocking

From where will “real” hope come?

Dreaded illness stalking

Hearing death’s haunting drum

His steadfast assurance

Calvary’s lasting love

Heavenly insurance

Breathing from God above

Forever life’s keeper

Never pausing to rest

Eternity’s doorkeeper

Refilling life with zest

Tomorrow’s sunrise beams

Hope reborn and glowing

Healthy spirit fills dreams

Believing and knowing

This poem touches upon a personal reflection of my own Dad, who contracted Covid several months ago.  Despite being vaccinated, his underlying health conditions put him at great risk from the disease.  I give thanks every day that he has recovered and can look forward to his upcoming 87th birthday.