Hope
Hope
A frail boat our life is in the middle
Of a tempestuous ocean,
An exotic blooming flower,
In an ever-burning desert,
A fruit-bearing tree, rooted,
At the heart of solid rock,
A delicate existence, surviving,
At the top of the Antarctic,
That is why constantly we are searching for:
A calm friendly harbor of understanding
To anchor,
Some precious drops of vivifying water
To quench our thirst,
A few priceless pounds of soil
To plant our hungry roots,
A sparkle of life-giving fire
To reanimate our frozen body,
And surprisingly,
We discover all these treasures
Hidden, in the depths of our indomitable soul,
In the form of ever-living Hope!
© Demetrios Trifaitis
30 November 2012
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2012
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