A statue of George Washington kneeling in prayer‘All Out of Hope’ by Michael Charles Maibach The Society April 21, 2022 Beauty, Poetry 6 Comments . All Out of Hope I am right here, Lord All out of hope. What of me now, Lord? End of my rope! What shall I do, Lord, What shall I know? Tie now a knot, Lord, Or just let me go? So much of life, Lord, I’m on my own. Where are you now, Lord? Hear now my groan! Then lift me up, Lord, Take now my hand. Be by my side, Lord— In the Promised Land… . . Michael Charles Maibach began writing poems at age nine. Since then he has continued writing poems, and sharing them with friends. His career has involved global business diplomacy. He is a native of Peoria, Illinois. Today Michael resides in Old Town Alexandria, Virginia. More of his poems are found at www.MaibachPoems.us or on Facebook. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 6 Responses Russel Winick April 21, 2022 Michael – I would imagine that writing this emotional poem was cathartic for you. Thank you for sharing it. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant April 22, 2022 I agree with Russel – this is certainly an emotional poem that feels cathartic. I am sure many will relate to your words. I find that the wonder of this harsh world is the daily gifts in the form of beauty… the sunrise and sunset, the birds and butterflies, the little glimpse of heaven here on earth when we feel there’s nothing but darkness in our midst. For me, nature is a tonic. Michael, I wish you a weekend of floral and feathered treasures. Reply Margaret Coats April 22, 2022 The only sign of hope’s ultimate fulfillment lies in the more expansive petition of the final stanza. Good structure for an admirable prayer poem, Michael. Reply C.B. Anderson April 22, 2022 Nice try. Reply James Sale April 27, 2022 Amen to that Promised Land, Michael – it does seem so far away. A lovely, melodious piece. Reply Patricia Redfern May 3, 2022 Greetings ~Michael, I loved your poem and absolutely Divine simplicity. Such soul in your verses! I welcome your poetry and hope to see more! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.