The Presence Of Hope


To experience hope,
A place we can reach into
Coming from a lilac garden,
A street in Florence, a morning room,
A sea smeared with silver before the storm,
Or a starless night lit only
By a lamp on the table. The presence of hope

Are in time, deep inside.
A system of miracles,
At the station; wind in a blowing vine
Leading to insight and belief. The presence of hope.

In the presence of hope light grows,
Free of charge, and voices are clearer,
Doubt has a beautiful shadow, the lilac blooms,
And it looks like its first-ever flower.


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