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
- Hyla Brook by Robert Frost
- Sonnet 125: Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy by William Shakespeare
- Robert Burns: My Hoggie:
- Creators by Pawan Kumar
- Fragment. Where’s The Poet? poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Корнилов – Женщины
- The Poet by Thom Douglas Carlisle
- Алексей Толстой – Средь шумного бала, случайно
- love_flower.html
- In Praise Of England poem – Alfred Austin
- Ballade Of The Southern Cross poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Алексей Жемчужников – Забудь их шумное волненье
- Федор Сологуб – Высока луна Господня
- Epilogue by Vachel Lindsay
- With Ships the Sea was Sprinkled Far and Nigh by William Wordsworth
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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).
