Where There is Hope There is Life

This is a poem about how Jesus is life, hope you enjoy!

I’m standing on the edge

What went freaking wrong?

I’m ready to die,

Just so ready

Suddenly a voice rings out from the air

“Where there is hope there is life.”

What the freaking crap??

Again the voice says the same thing.

I’m probably delusional

I’ll just go with it

“What do I hope for?”

I say to the air

“Hope for life” the thundering voice replied

I’m listening to a voice…

“What is life?” I demand

“Me.” The voice says softer than ever before

I look away from the endless abyss

And a hill rises before me

And what I see makes me think

I’m even more delusional then before

A man is hanging from a t shaped piece of wood

Naked except for a rag around his waist.

He is covered in so much blood, so much blood

His eye is swollen shut

The man on the wood looks straight at me

“I am hope, I am life.”

How the crap can this be life??

I yell the question to him

“I am the way, the truth, and the light.”

He says over unseen voices trying to tear me away

“How can this be life? You are dyeing!!”

My voice sounds very small

“Exactly” the man on the t wood says

And then he slumped down, hanging by the nails in his hands

I have no idea what this is about is this some sort of trick?

I’m ready to die now, and I turn around to jump

“I died so you didn’t have to.”

What the crap??

The man is standing there with holes in his hands and feet

Now I must be truly delusional

Oh my God this guy just came back to life

I’m having a really bad hangover

“My name is Jesus, Come to me.”

And he opens his arms for an embrace.

I have no idea what is getting into me

I’m moving toward him

Who is this guy?

What the crap is wrong with me??

He’s hugging me

This is weird, but I like it

I’m crying my heart out

And he’s just stroking my hair like the father I’ve never had

He keeps on saying it will be okay

But I don’t see how it can be

I want to die I’ve done so many bad things

How could a man that died for me love me??

“I love you so much,” this man named Jesus said

Suddenly the name sounded familiar,

I’d heard some Christians at school talking about him

“Where there is hope there is life” he whispers in my ear, “I am hope.’

Reviews

[ABBY]

you are a very good writer. this poem has sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much pastion. good job