A Hint of Hope
She gazes past the golden fields
beyond the wheat that summer yields
above the solitary oak, so still
where a lazy hawk, with circles fill.
He feels the drifts in windswept skies
her soul goes drifting, by and by
she’s carried from her lonely bed
to fly away, no fear or dread.
And when the moon at night alights
her hopeful eyes, with tears delight
she looks beyond the stars above
and feels the wonder of God’s love.
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2024
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