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The Hope That Lies Within

By: austen_inspired Verified Member MouthShut Verified Member | Posted Aug 20, 2009 | General | 194 Views

Then, came the dawn;


A pearled sky mixed by His hand


With artistry utmost.


Gossamer clouds


The sky wore like a scarf,


Behind the cold moon's ghost.


Little diamonds fell


From the eyes of stars,


Weeping for lonely Night,


While on the ground


People gazed at the sun,


Waiting to see a sight.


"Turn from it!" says I


Only to be ignored.


How can I compete


When folks are so floored


By an orb dying in the sky?


Still the sun they adored.


At last, hot and tired


Came the masses away, all blind.


Stealing across the sky


The fingers of Night unwind;


Beggars wander afield,


Away from the window lights


Which they could not see.


Unheeding, some fell over cliffs;


The rain washed off my tears.


Yet, glimmers of hope in me were lit;


I wondered if--by example--


Learning in others would commence.


No, and by their bodies I sit.


Snow and rain keep falling;


Heavenly tears frozen by love grown cold.


Warm arms held out only so long,


Unanswered 'til withdrawn.


As the ark doors closes,


The mockers lost with their kin;


Thunder claps and the sky laughs,


In lieu of rain destruction falls


After an unforeseen peaces


Follows the sudden lull.


Seeing the very Earth knows


How can they ignore His call?


I stand alone, yet surrounded,


In spite of my attempts to flee.


I hope that somewhere


In this abyss od souls is one


Who can see Him like me.


Worsted doing which come to nothing


Catch at my heels


As I struggle to be free.


At last,


A pure, white hand breaks free


Of the cloud which enshrines His Own,


Tenderly lifting them into place


Beside His Father's throne.


And who on Earth doesn't envy


The seeds that they have sown?


Faith to character,


From character, hope


Falls from the pages of a well-worn Book


To goals on the heads of those below


Whom writhe like a fish on a hook.


Those whom know what is to come


Must take a second look;


in the farthest reaches of the Night


lie the new beginnings of Day.


Only when the nightmares have come,


And passed,


/Does the soft light appear.


I hope for the Light


Amidst all this darkness;


I cannot see my resting place...


Yet knowing, I feel serene.


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