Hope
'Tis a Dicken's prayer to arouse
Tired masses from their slumber
With an expectation born of trust
Leaving all in righteous wonder.
Hope travels light... a treasured friend.
It clears the morning air.
Hope brings forth the restless lion
We know is waiting there.
No regulation or coinage to
Pervert its shape or size.
No earthly way to strike it down
Or give relevance to its demise.
A shield against the coming storm
When the winds of chaos blow.
Hope creeps upon both fair and foul
As it permeates their soul.
The bedrock of a Christmas wish
With a courage born of reason.
Fluttering the hearts of young and old
As in keeping with the season.
So make merry with friends and family
Knowing our future remains unclear.
But with hope just around the corner...
We may yet survive another year.
The End
Copyright © David Mchattie | Year Posted 2021
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