Poetry

Blessed With Hope

I'm wandering, a dream-filled flight,
Down wooded trails, this moonlit night.
Above, the stars, from Heaven shine,
And light these fleeting footsteps, mine.

Their golden rays are focussed such,
The road ahead, save darkness touch.
They show me not the path that lies
In front, to where my spirit flies.

I beg for guidance, I demand,
What waits before me? Take my hand
And lead me to my earthly fare!
No answer comes...to my despair.

And yet my footing, ever sure,
Gives faith my spirit will endure.
Although the path, to darkness steers,
It's blessed with hope and loved ones dear.

Copyright © 2004 Dan MacDonald. All Rights Reserved. Reproduction without the express written consent of the author is strictly forbidden.

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