Futility

Subject to fate we are
Unable to alter our destinies
Life feels so hopeless by now
Hope never announced itself
I don't want my unborn children
To ever know hunger nor suffering
No matter how hard I pray and try
Heaven will not conceive a child in me
I cannot force my body to work manual labor
Age seeps in mocking my hopes
I have not given up completely
But doubt by now whether my dreams
Of having a child will ever come true.
In Jesus name,
Amen