Sunday, September 11, 2011


Hope is fulfillment deferred
A foray of the will
Tides that flow and ebb
A thought from the past bringing a smile

Hope is a child's voice
Asking questions, confident of answers
untamed, tumbling hair
Eyes so bright

Hope is admitting your wrong
Proving your humanity
Thoughts that burn

Hope is a Man
A body pierced
Blood and water mixed
A divine remedy

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