It is the hope for a window agleam in an open house
when tundra nights stretch beyond the morrows
It is the hope for a roof ahead in a faithful land
when libellous streets curl beyond the frontiers
It is the hope for a raft afloat in a placid ocean
when hungry waves crash beyond the shores
It is the hope for a cloud adrift in a lucent sky
when furious storms lash beyond the heavens
It is the hope for a seed alive in a friendly soil
when barren sands rush beyond the gardens
It is the hope for a song aloud in a mellow hall
when fatal quiet reaches beyond the gates.
Eva, i needed to come back to this poem, spend the time it deserves. i was at work when i first read it. maybe it’s the ‘place’ i’m in these days, but this poem, at least to this ears has a hymnal quality, a a generosity of spirit that rested easily in my heart. ty for this.
oh, and how’s the pup? *smile*
Pup healthy and happy 🙂 Thank you very much for your kind comment!
YOU CERTAINLY GIVE US HOPE. 🙂
I certainly intended to do that 😉
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HOPE…LIVES IN EVA’S POETRY.