Patricia Cresswell Poet Free verse

Hope

hope

hope is quivering 
about to shatter as ancient glass,
listen for the music 
of the high places
above eagles flight 
beyond the vapours of earth.

sit beside an old oak
back resting on sun warmed bark
pray to its undying spirit,
please give me the heart 
to mend my hope.

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Peter Rees August 17, 2017 at 10:05 AM Humanity lives in hope. We must, all of us, no matter what our circumstances. But hope is fragile, and may easily "shatter as ancient glass". How to rise above, and mend, life's disappointments - you say it so beautifully. Patricia Cresswell August 17, 2017 at 10:37 AM Thank you Peter. I find hope is a double edged sword. Just my experience but I.m sticker to it.

Jack Ellison August 12, 2017 at 8:01 PM This says so much of who I think you are! Your writings are warm and honest, my dear Patricia!!! Huggsies, Jack xxx

Demetrios Trifiatis August 12, 2017 at 3:10 AM Heavenly write dear, Patricia. One that help us open our ethereal wings and soar to realms unknow! Glorious! Patricia Cresswell August 12, 2017 at 8:39 PM Your comment is very thoughtful Thank you.

Jannie Breedt August 12, 2017 at 12:28 AM Yes my favorite topic too -hope and I always quote Emily Dickens' Hope a thing with feathers. Music again? It sure tunes your writing mood Another gem of a poem Patricia Cresswell August 12, 2017 at 12:31 AM There is always music if you still your heart and listen. I am so happy that you understand my words.