Monday, 28 February 2011

HOPE * A Short Poem*

What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?
I think it is the hope of loving, or being loved.
I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey
to find its source, and how the moon weptwithout her lover’s
warm gaze.We weep when light does not reach our hearts.
We wither like fields if someone closedoes not  rain their 
 kindness upon,
Hope abides; therefore I abide.
Countless frustrations have not cowed me.
 I  am still alive, vibrant with life.
The black cloud will disappear,
The morning sun will appear once again
 In all its supernal glory.

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