In Silent Hours, When Hope May Truly Touch
In Silent Hours, When Hope May Truly Touch
In that Silent hour, reflecting on life
Its bitter and sour, constant daily strife
That slow aching darkness of midnight black
Woes of destiny that throws us off track
Cast into swollen streams surging along
Weeping melody from life's sadder songs,
A stab, a cut against the growing pain
Loss, where we say never, never again!
In Silent hours, pondering sweeter gifts
Of Love, Friendship, Dawn's Glow that so uplifts
Dare we this thought thus gratefully embrace
We are all brothers, in this human race.
In Silent hours, when Hope may truly touch
Faith joins Love's power, when Life seems too much!
Sonnet, 6/23/2020
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