RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES
Hope Rises
Hope rises with a touch of spring
Fruit ripened on the vine
The scent of sun kissed pollen
Clouds of cream and golden glory
A symphony of wine and roses
The sweet and bitter taste of hope
We have bathed ourselves in
Endless waves of sorrow
We have seen the blood red sky
We have marched the mourning dirge
We have witnessed beauty die
Yet we have lived to tell the story
To keep our future’s faith alive
So we awaken to this morning
When tears of hope fulfill our eyes
Pray the worst is over now
Pray we have survived
Hope rises with the season
And empties out our shame
We remember all our wonders
Miracles too great to name
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