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Morning Poem

Thursday October.19.2006 in Hope, Writings

I sigh beneath a bank of gray
No hope
Forlorn
Thoughts miles away

And you know my heart is still with you
The pain
The struggle
The tears so new

But days must come and so I drive
To pick up warm and warming cup
To read the news from far away
To set to work these hands today

The letter came
I know not when
It’s brown and rumpled edges rough
The stamps of land so far away

The joy it brought I cannot share
The hope that good could still be found
The hope that good could still be done

So now I sit
Dark gray turned white
In hopes that daybreak and morning light
Will help us see for a little while
The good
The change
The way ahead

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Thursday October.19.2006 at 1:59 pm PDT

Mel

Mel

To see the way ahead…that is what I have been hoping for a while now. Maybe sometimes we have to strike out on the path blind.

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