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.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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