There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry. ~ Gustave Flaubert


Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade. (1 Peter 1:3-4)



The following is a poem I wrote a few years ago in the midst of a severe chronic illness. I still suffer from chronic fatigue syndrome and fibromyalgia.

One of the difficult aspects of living with a chronic illness is waking up every day and feeling the disappointment of yet another day of dreams lost and hopes unfulfilled. In the ups and downs of an illness, sometimes the physical pain is worse than the tedium.

In my own thinking, as I work to improve my health and God willing recover, I still consider the possibility of hopes unfulfilled in this life. Freedom from suffering is not promised in Scripture while we are on this planet.

But that brings me to what any Christian’s hope is in this broken world. Peter writes that we have hope in an inheritance that will never perish, spoil or fade (1 Peter 1:4).

This is our very real hope in the gospels. In Romans 8:18, Paul also writes, I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.

I found writing this poem very meaningful. I hope you find it meaningful reading it too.



When will it come?
The humdrum of days,
strays the heart far,
mars the will bad,
clads the life ill.

Must now be raw?
Now claws the good life,
knifes the flesh deep,
keeps the pain sharp,
harps the worst parts.

The answer is then,
when second time does,
loves Christ his bride,
rides us to joy,
coy no longer.

The answer is yes,
mess that’s the world,
twirled with a curse,
worse but for Him,
grim suff’rer too.


BRYAN was in a math PhD program when he got sick with a chronic illness. Uncharacteristically, his illness inspired him to express his hope in Jesus through poetry.

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