A Thread of Hope
08189921:15 By Ken La Rive
Hope hangs the soul on a thread
Of it’s own design…
Fashioned by that perpetual need
And God’s great sense of humor…
It’s laughter brings on tears
For what little we control…
And in the finite space of life
An infinite search for light…
Salvation is in the dreams
Of the bitterness we drink…
Ice arrows pierce our hearts,
And blood boils inside the womb…
But the burdens we hold seem lighter
Taking flight when the yoke is laid…
Where in the falling we grasp
A thread of strength called hope…
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