#hopefortomorrow
In whispered breaths and silent nights,
We lift our hearts to distant skies,
Where hope and solace intertwine,
In the quiet, faith aligns.
We pray for peace in fractured lands,
For healing where the sorrow stands,
For strength in hearts that feel alone,
And courage where the seeds are sown.
We pray for wisdom's gentle light,
To guide us through the darkest night,
For compassion’s tender touch,
To mend the wounds, to heal so much.
We pray for dreams that rise above,
For every soul to find its love,
For understanding's gentle grace,
To bridge the chasms we embrace.
In every prayer, a silent plea,
For unity and harmony,
As hands unite and spirits blend,
We pray for hope that will not end.
So in each moment, small or grand,
We seek the strength to understand,
In prayer, we find a common ground,
A way to lift, a way to bound.
We pray for dawns that bring new light,
For futures bright and free from blight,
And in our hopes, so soft, we say,
Together, we find a way.
Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 11:12 PM UTC
Will everything go as I demand
Will things come out as I have planned
As I travel through tomorrow's foreign land
In my reaching outstretched hand
Will the blue bird of happiness finally land
What will happen as the future I transverse
Will my darkness and agony get worse
Can I out maneuver this curse
At times I feel like I'm about to burst
In scorching pain I am immersed
This life is a living nightmare, a hell
Out of this raging storm I want to sail
I want freedom from this, I scream and wail
To escape into death, my soul to the Devil I would sell
I'd let him pound in the last coffin nail
But I hang onto hope
Hope that I can cope
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC
I watch the cottonwood
seeds
gather on the
wildflowers and
the weeds.
The trail looks a gentle
snowfall
of dust,
Like the back corner
of grandmother's attic...
Blanketed in mystery
and
well worn with
the years.
White sand and flakes of
pyrite
glitter on the
water's edge,
Dancing
with the rythym of the
waves...
A hummingbird
chases a dragonfly
into a tangerine sunset.
A hawk circles the road looking
for a wayward mouse.
I cry a silent prayer.
And can
only
think of you,
My Angel.
And
the
wind
cries
too...
Singing her
sorrowful song
Only for you,
My Angel,
Only for you...
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC