Even
in the worst of times
When faith dwells near abandonment,
And trust appears a unicorn
Impossible to hold,
These tiny fragments still remain
And lift their voices in refrain
To sing that we are foreordained
To softly tread on streets of gold.
We know not our destiny,
Dare not rely on prophecy
To foretell outcome in our “wannabee”.
But if these fragments are employed
Their roots can flower into joy
And lift us from the dregs of drudgery.
Let all rejoice to realize
That optimism never dies,
But gently waits in patient afterglow.
Its colorful kaleidoscope
Exists in fragments filled with hope
And that is all we really need to know.
Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin
Plays: http://sites.google.com/site/playsbydennissmartin/
Amazon Author's Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dennis-S-Martin/e/B004SXY4LG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1394055582&sr=1-2-ent
When faith dwells near abandonment,
And trust appears a unicorn
Impossible to hold,
These tiny fragments still remain
And lift their voices in refrain
To sing that we are foreordained
To softly tread on streets of gold.
We know not our destiny,
Dare not rely on prophecy
To foretell outcome in our “wannabee”.
But if these fragments are employed
Their roots can flower into joy
And lift us from the dregs of drudgery.
Let all rejoice to realize
That optimism never dies,
But gently waits in patient afterglow.
Its colorful kaleidoscope
Exists in fragments filled with hope
And that is all we really need to know.
Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin
Plays: http://sites.google.com/site/playsbydennissmartin/
Amazon Author's Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dennis-S-Martin/e/B004SXY4LG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1394055582&sr=1-2-ent
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