Hope is the thing that catches you
When you have children
It perches in your soul like
A quiet song, you cannot explain it
Faith has feathers without words
It’s simple, profound
And has a quality that never stops
Its flight traverses dawns
Hope is a quality of purpose
To have a future is enough
Little birds must content with
All the dangers, just like you
Hope is not found in all
The parts of this world, some resent it
Others have reset it, it lingers
In the back of our minds
Even when storms have come
Hope inches you forward
Sore from tragedies, it brings you
Your people, and sometimes
That is enough to get through another day
Sometimes nobody comes
And you must go inside
To find the peace of the strangest sea
To find crumbs of divinity.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Николай Рубцов – Хороший улов
- Parliament Hill Fields by Sylvia Plath
- Lord when the wise men came from farr by Sidney Godolphin
- The Season poem – Alfred Austin
- Владимир Лифшиц – Сверчок
- Николай Заболоцкий – На рынке
- Олег Чупров – В лесу просторно, тихо, ясно
- Федор Тютчев – А. Н. М.
- Жан де Лафонтен – Ласочка в амбаре
- Алексей Жемчужников – О, жизнь
- Olney Hymn 9: The Contrite Heart by William Cowper
- English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Finale. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
- A Dialogue Between Thyrsis And Dorinda poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Silver Wedding by Vernon Scannell
- SCULPTURING by Satish Verma
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
