Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Hope

In the randomness of the everyday

Sometimes we encounter a spark

A strange glow amidst the dreariness

Perhaps not the beacon we were looking for

But yet, a glimmering shimmering harbinger of hope

A portent, if you will, of a better day to come

Vestiges of the dullness fade, ever so slightly

And a smile encounters us

Blow on the embers, the spark dies

Nurturing it tests our will to the limit

Yet nurture it we shall

For it’s the only light that shines

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