Hope

Hope rides on wings of light
The sound of trumpets guiding
Gliding she lifts my hand-
“It will be alright”
Her singing flows within my head
As birds build their nest beside me
All that’s lost returns
After what was- is dead…
Shadows of memory pass lightly now
as the light returns again

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