4.29.2010

Hope

Hope flies—
a dove, brilliant white.
Weightless, it soars,
passing atmospheres of sorrow and pain.

Hope shines—
a silver dollar in sandy dunes.
It glitters, a shiny flicker of life
emerging from sameness.

Hope lives—
a tiny flame amidst dying embers.
It glows, breathing soft warmth
to the hearth of soul.