Hope
I hear a voice in the wind
Telling me to be still.
I catch a ray of golden sun
Telling me all is not yet done.
Hope where are you my friend?
I have reached life’s narrow bend.
Hold my hand and draw me out
From the dark shadows of doubt.
Into the broad days sun light
Where all is clear and ever bright.
Copyright © Venetia Crasta | Year Posted 2011
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