-- Hope’s Arrival --

­­John Herlihy

Hope rises into a mist over the horizon,

There it is, not asked for, but still there.

Hope a bird that flutters in its feathers,

Appearing out of the mist, fleeting and

Vulnerable, coming from the unknown,

And easily injured, leaving us wondering.

Hope like a secret that was never shared,

A gift once opened and never returned.

Hope like intimacy that reveals too much,

Enticing us to think that all will be well.

Often hope but a mirage we chance to see,

Shimmering like pools in the desert heat.

Hope’s approach helps to ward off despair,

Hope’s arrival the answer to our prayer.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Thursday 10 December 2020