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Hope

Leaving, it's a hollow;
returning, it's a balm,
serenity with energy,
empowered, steeped in calm.

The crease that draws the face up taut,
the doubt that we can cope,
paradigm that freezes thought,
watered, refreshed by hope.

It puts the stepping stone in place;
thawed action comes about.
The change of heart shown on a face,
and hope has conquered doubt.

So, take God's Hand, forgetting fear;
the forward move can be.
Abiding substance, feel and hear;
embrace it lastingly.

05/11/2014 Carol Welch
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