In the quest for peace, day by day I tread,  
Seeking solace where spirits lay their head.  
"Jesus," they say, "in the bottle's depth hides,"  
A hope I clutch as my solitary guide.  

I thought I glimpsed Him, in the glass's gleam,  
A fleeting vision, or so it did seem.  
But illusions shatter, fall to the floor,  
Leaving me empty, yearning for more.  

Yet, amidst the fragments of hope and despair,  
A whisper of strength floats in the air.  
"I will begin anew," I softly decree,  
"When the morrow lends its vigor to me."  

For in the search, away from the night's shade,  
Lies the promise of a dawn, freshly made.  
With resilience as my newfound friend,  
I'll seek not in bottles, but in the bend  

Of life's river, where peace gently flows,  
And the light of salvation brightly glows.  
There, in the clarity of day's embrace,  
I'll find Jesus, beyond the bottle's chase.

March 12, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop