The Hot Air Balloon

To lift up from the leaden sod
we feel the lofty breeze.
The hope we have is now from God,
Whose arms in comfort ease.

Anxiety makes stuck the heart.
Depression weighs it down,
but hopefulness within will start
when a glad word changes a frown.

Once high above this darkened Earth
perspective starts to shift.
The One, Who gives me blest New Birth
takes charge to fully lift.

The hot air makes the craft to rise.
The cool air lets it down
as warm hearts see the lasting prize,
and the cold in sadness drowns.

The same air brings destruction's force
or breath to fill the lungs.
The wind fills sails to stay the course,
and songs the birds have sung.

The winds of change this year have blown
to knock us off our feet,
The seeds of Hope are daily sown.
The Master's smile we greet.

Word Count: 145
Line Count: 24
Verse: Proverbs 12:25, "Anxiety in the heart of man causes depression. But a good word makes it glad."
Prompt: "In this day and time how does this verse play a part in your life. Use these words anywhere in your verse; 'anxiety, heart, depression, word, and glad' in your poem and highlight them in grape, so you're not disqualified."

by Jay O'Toole
on September 25th, 2020