“Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.” — Desmond Tutu
----- A Sam Scott poem In collaboration with Christina L Bowring 16th March 2025 -----
Sparks aflame my sanctuary Flickering, roaming glints Over valleys of bygone years So long kept in shadows Traversing the bleakest darkness Where heat of love evades As the cool of Prussian blue night Forms a silky silent shroud Unravelling threads of sorrow's blinding Guiding me from night to day And through the hush, a glow emerges Soft as songbird's first breath Now embered dreams ignite ahead The past melts in morning's hue And where the lantern's light has led Hope rekindles burning true
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