Jul 17, 2016

This Is My Hope

As a dove
it returns
the everlasting words
written  in stone
My heart's safe home
The day a baby is born
in the dead of winter
More zealous than
Morning Glory  herself
I hear its footsteps
The elderly couple
holding hands
barely moving to
their  special dance
as arthritic pain
tries to barge in
The expressions of love
as merry-go-rounds
The pink laughter
that surrounds
an African orphanage
To me it runs toward
crossing the bridge
of my nose
imposing upon
the canals of my ear
strolling pass the clear
forest of my mind
diminishing hateful lines
with a billboard sign
that boldly speaks
You Are Hope

By Jhpoetry 2016
All Rights reserved by author

No comments:

Post a Comment