Song of Hope

Looking, I can't find the hidden rays
Behind the roiling clouds and driven rain
That scours and washes and melts my hard won days ,
And all too soon dissolves my joints in pain.
Oh, that the golden sun would warm my heart,
And gold-like bring me youth and love anew,
And stay me from this acid, sour art,
That eats my nights and days, but savors few;
But look! The sun behind the sullen clouds
Breaks out and warms the earth and lights the sky;
And all is bright—no darkness, wetness, shrouds,
Where my only thought was "wait to die—"
But, oh! The sun gives warmth, my eyes can see,
This life I love, God gave to shine in me!
 

©Phil Hodgkins 2002

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