Infinity

a poem by Mabel Annie Chacko

What does tomorrow hold,
Will it lead me to more pain,
Will it bring the happiness I long for,
Or will I again spend my time in vain.

Tomorrow seems so frightening,
It could destroy my life,
It could set my spirit free,
Or could be another day of strife.

Unknown tomorrows, why do they exist,
They seem to be useless,
They seem to be confusing,
And yet God continues these daily test.

Tomorrows with paths that have no markings,
Tomorrows with fog that covers the way,
Tomorrows that have lost all guidelines,
Tomorrows full of Dangers and Hurt.

There seems only to be darkness without a sunrise,
There seems only to be rain with no flowers yielded,
There seems only to be turmoil without peace,
Only loneliness even among the crowd.

God, please direct the ways I cannot see,
Help me to find the right roads to take,
Help me to see the sun through the current fog,
Let me survive the unknown tomorrows.