Hope has been with me for a very long time, so I thought I would write her a poem:
Hope woke me up today,
sounding like a flight of geese headed north
the air was filled with excitement and unlimited possibility
Hope is the one that never quits,
never tires, always keeps looking ahead for me
When I have no plans, a day with her is enough
Her call is rustling through the barren trees
telling me of warmer days, star filled nights
She is blowing the last of the winter chill away
Hope whispers to me that life is so much more than I have seen or heard
she lends her strength to my upward climb
Waiting for me at the summit
Hope comforts me with caresses, soft and rhythmic,
like the lapping of gentle waves on the lake shore
Hope remains when foolish desire has faded
and youthful enthusiasm wanes
Ever rejoicing to make me smile again
Hope is at every trail's end, a boulder upon which
I must sit and appreciate the view and the effort made to attain it
Hope is my resting point, my renewal this day.
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Saturday, May 12, 2007
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Lucky Hope, to receive such a gift. Thanks for the update on Minerva. Good news. Michele sent me.
Beautiful words. Thanks for stopping by my place earlier :)
Lovely! Michele sent me!
Hi David, Hope calls and we have to answer!
Positively beautiful word composition here- made me misty. Thankyou!
Belief is 95% of the battle to continue-
wow, thats truly fabulous!
Hope is what makes life worth living... glad you still have her in your life :)
Hi, David, nice words,I hope and pray you are well. Thanks for stopping by
Very nice - you have a way with words. :-)
Lovely Lovely Poem, David...And I;m sure you know that great Emily Dickenson quote: "Hope is a thing with feathers..."
So true especially at this time of year....!
Here from Michele tonight! Hope you have a wonderful weekend!
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