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
- As Slow Our Ship by Thomas Moore
- Villanelle: The Psychological Hour poem – Ezra Pound poems
- The Sirens’ Song by William Browne
- Hope And Riders
- Яков Полонский – На закате
- A Defence Of English Spring poem – Alfred Austin
- No Return by William Matthews
- Jewels by Sara Teasdale
- Walking The Marshland by Stephen Dunn
- Evenén in the Village by William Barnes
- Riposte to the Bard: Sonnet 130 remade in my lady’s image by Neil Outar
- Ольга Седакова – Когда говорю я: помилуй
- In the Waters of Purity by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- On a Sea Fight, Which the Author was in, Betwixt the English and Dutch by William Wycherley
- Омар Хайям – Небо кушак, что облек изнуренный мой стан
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