Hope Rests On Distant Fairest Hill

Hope Rests On Distant Fairest Hill Can not write about lost hope just now when cheer meets me with morning sun Rays of applause force me to take a bow stiffen my resolve and not dare to run What of the coming night screams made or heart's pain from an untimely death Have given all, nothing left to trade as solemn grief demands my last breath Nay! Hope rests on distant fairest hill celebration just waiting for my life Testament to sacred faith and hope's will no cuts from this overused broken knife Spirit awaits another gift Heaven sent medicine for the sad and wailing heart All earthly treasures given but not spent new life granted for this blessed start One Hope, cast into the hot molding flames fire created to burn away eating pain All love and joys arriving with new names rebirth of the Soul from the dark stain Robert J. Lindley, 06 -20- 2015