Surrounded
We are surrounded by filth…the violence…
The horrific events that have plagued our world…
When all we see is anger and terror upon terror…
Attacking our security blanket that we are nestled in…
But yet… we still have hope…
Hope of a new life…
Hope of a love greater than all we know…
Hope that will take the rage and horror away…
Hope will lift our helplessness and desperation into renewed wonder…
Take haste my friend…cling to hope…we… are… not… forgotten…
inspired by David Meade
Copyright © Meg Anderson | Year Posted 2015
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