Monday, May 18, 2009

Hope


one day a woman sat
old and bent with age

having led a life
of
adventure and challenge

or maybe just simply one of joy..

the young men came

what is hope they asked

is it there? can we see it?
she smiled through
parched and wrinkled lips
hope is the beauty of the sunrise
the promise of tomorrow

hope is the first breath

you take in the morning

and the last one at night

hope is a newborn baby

and a very old man

hope is eternal
it can not be defined

it just is

it shines forth
a beacon into the darkness

bringing us from the pits of despair
and allowing us
the ability
to start again.

in short.. hope is life


© Shauni

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