On Cuddling Hope
As warmth of evening hangs near,
wrapped in skyscape ' s cashmere
It bathes the woods, the frontier
with hints of godliness dear…
Winged robins from boughs I hear
chanting litanies that steer
Moonbeams of hush to appear
like glazed flame of hope, revere
That my relentless doubt severe
washes a cold, helpless tear;
Abating shadowed night’s fear
snuggling breaths ...with heaven's cheer.
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