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Hope

Thursday August.23.2007 in My Life, Writings

Hope doesn’t come on the wings of a dove
Fluttering down with  swelling music
It comes squirting through API code
It hitches a ride on late night e-mails
When creativity finally peeks from its hidding place
When the poor are fed
When wounds are  soothed
Then hope comes by
Slipping in quietly
Laying warm hands on sore shoulders
And whispering that tomorrow will come

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