Hope
There is night, and there is day.
Skies are blue and sometimes grey.
Our lives are often a mix of light and dark,
Out of which a bright light can strike a spark.
Light has power over any measure of darkness
Look to the heavens before things seem hopeless
The death blows of darkness may seal the dreams,
And forever doom what could have been, it seems;
But from the ashes, when there rises the slightest smoke,
The heart is set aflame and beams with the light of hope.
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Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2021
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