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RAINING UPON THE GRANDEUR OF HOPE


Today the rain fell
steadily;
her drops reminiscent
of waters drowning
justice struggling
to survive tidal waves
of deception
seeking to douse
the flame of hope
held in the hand
of an elusive lady trying
to bear her anchored mooring.

The reality of the dream
remains deferred—
the children
of past and present cargo
remain on the outskirts of equanimity;
and while all lives matter
and crime knows no hue of skin,
it’s a crying shame
that injustice
is still considered not to be a crime;
and keeping hope alive
is still an illusion of its own mind.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 12/17/2015 8:15:00 PM
I find little peace in this excellent piece. Thanks for continuing to afflict the contented, if only to make my contentious soul feel less alone. G.O.
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Date: 12/17/2015 8:23:00 PM
Gerald, thanks for the read and feedback. Truth crushed to the ground, will always rise. The soul knows that it is in forgiving that is more powerful than in asking for forgiveness. Peace and Love. M. Lowe