Hope

By t.a.l.i.a.

The sky looms up above us
Grey and cold
Harsh and impenetrable
Iron clouds.
We lie on the cold earth
On the stiff and blackened grass
Traces of fire.
The tears fall from our eyes like rain
As our prayers tumble
From parched lips.
Hopeless and empty
They float up to the sky
Do they reach Him?
We wait as the frost
Creeps to our fingertips
Freezing and killing,
The white touch of death.
Still we wait
Until at last we see it.
Breaking through the darkness
The slate-grey skies are cracked
Pierced by a sunbeam
A ray of hope.

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Created: Apr 05, 2010

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