Sunday, March 30, 2014



Hope harvests our dreams.
Fresh and vital,
Against the pale of disappointment
Hope flushes expectantly .

 While hope protects,
 Spikes of unkindness are blunted
 Spears of anger are turned away
 The sharpness of spite is blurred.

 Hope is graceful,
 With gentle lines that follow through.
 It is strong and steadfast,
 Sharing its visions.

  Hope sprouts new life
 Out of darkness and gloom.
 Hope harvests dreams
 Laughs like stars, and shines like the moon.

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