Hope is a hallowed highway into the Great Unknown...
But this we know, it leads to streets of gold and Heaven's throne.
We press upon a silent stage
The poetry of soul and slope
And from the
nothingness of page
We sense a sweet, unfolding hope
…as green leaf ushered from mute bark
Earth’s bud and blossom luxury
Inspires us, while it is dark
To hope for what we cannot see
…those things we cannot change or trade
Though for release oft we implore
Upon our heart of hearts is laid
The hope of better things in store
…and as we press on living’s page
The poetry of soul and slope
Its ink-drops fall from pinion-cage
In sweet and everlasting hope
© Janet Martin
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