Hope
From very deep within resounds the beating of a hart,
as quick as the fluttering of a hummingbird’s wings.
Speeding and beating, I realise with a start,
that these are the melodies the robin sings.
A souls pathways aren’t written down on a chart,
they go ‘round and ‘round like endless rings.
They lead to the hope I so desperately guard,
because hope is one of my most precious things.
See how strong these feelings grow,
they are astonishingly deep.
Filling my heart with it’s sorrow filled glow.
Yet I will not cry nor will I weep,
And with my strength, I will show
That this robins song is mine to keep.
By me
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