Hope Cooks Its Morning Meal
Hope Cooks Its Morning Meal
Dark shadows of death it enshrouds,
roaring lightning in storming clouds
Flames it destroys as it dares burn
Hope lives and truly enjoys its turn
Sunset may cloak beauty of the hills
long before creeping dawn-time chills
Yet its mercy screams out very loud
candlelight given unto good and proud
Deep in morn's lingering misty fogs
echoes songs of glistening waking frogs
Far above the ancient nighttime croaks
angels remove earthly blinding cloaks
At the head of the cool, gurgling brooks
Hope sits to eat lively, the meal it cooks!
Robert J. Lindley, 06-17-2015
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