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HOPE
 
migrating deer
plunge into the river
facing north

behind the clouds
the sun still shines

at the altar
four little words
until death

tonight’s wish
shooting star

a homeless woman
names her child
Hope

adrift on the sea
sunrise

over the hill
a church steeple
pierces the mist

- Bernard Gieske, February 17, 2010

The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE

By Bengieske

© 2015 Bengieske (All rights reserved)

 

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