Hope

The eye picks up the weak light in the void

And tracks it: glowing, going, growing

Giving motion to our aimless thoughts

Pursuing hope without our knowing.

*

The beaches’ million shattered shells attest

To time’s blank power: crashing, crushing

And yet, in endless waves, the young return

To build their castles, faces blushing.

*

The heart remembers everything it feels

Wounded by its troubles, scarred and crossed

But while it beats, in rhythms it repeats

One thing only: All is never lost.

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