Monday, March 27, 2017

Hope, Holding On

The land barren
With ominous clouds
I see no life
Where do I go?
 
A mustard tree
With a bird high
Songs of beauty
She is my hope
 
Holding on
 
Life a contrast
Despair around
But light up high
Look up for hope
 
Holding on
 
So many gone
Yet here I stand
Looking at hope
Look there I must
 
Despair, hope am I
Light, dark I live
I must look up
Hope from above
 
Holding on




Copyright 2017
Duane Windell Phillips




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