Stirring in early morn
Feeling approaching tide
Future’s hope now airborne
Flying without clear guide
Standing still at crossing
Waiting for next green light
Future now crisscrossing
Hiding in hopeless night
Looking for place to rest
Stumbling along dark road
Future stalls at hill’s crest
Spilling hope’s heavy load
Waking to darkest gloom
Hoping for one sure thing
Future trying to bloom
Hanging on threadbare string
Seeing fresh hope renewed
Shifting life’s paradigm
Future no longer skewed
Finding success to climb
Big Sky Buckeye 
Beautiful!
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Susan, I appreciate your kind words. I write much about the theme of hope, but this poem stepped outside of my usual Christian poetry. Blessings to you and your family.
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Richard, this is wonderful! Within the confines of tight lines and rhythm, you’ve moved the reader from hope begun to hope struggling to hope renewed. Brilliant!
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Nancy, I appreciate your feedback. Such encouraging words fill my own hope for my next writing project. Best wishes with your journey as well.
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Thank you Eileen for reposting this poem. Hope is a common thread with many of my poems. May we always be able to see it working in our lives.
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