Hope's Window

Written by: Debra Squyres

For her, time stood still that day

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Each tick of the clock

obsorbed into the sand

to be carried away 

by waves of sorrow.

 

Gone were the vibrant colors 

which enriched her being 

replaced by the greys 

of lost tomorrows

 

Her window to the heavens 

remained in her sight 

a sliver of hope 

in her darkest night

 

Her feet soon found perch 

on pains rocky shore 

as grace lit her path 

with healing moonlight