Poetry

HOPE

Its hard to see with eyes shut tight,

harder still in darkened night

Hard to know what’s coming next,

harder still to pass the test

But when I open up my eyes,

I see a sun begin to rise

Promise comes with morning light,

and love is there in childlike eyes

that see the day and hope for more…

that yearn to walk on distant shores…

that worry not and trust that day,

will come again somehow someway

So as I lay me down to sleep

I’ll not fear night,

but rest

in peace…

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