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Good and evil,
God and the devil,
Hope and despair.
In our need to survive
Hope keeps us alive;
As the cool waters flow
Hope keeps us afloat
In the sea(-son) of life.
Hope is frail, pale,
A shadow without substance,
Hollow as an empty bowl
Until, filled with God’s promise,
Trust is born in our soul.
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©Denise G Allen, 24 February 2014 10:02
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24/02/2014 at 10:11 am
I am happy to read it. Have a beautiful day 🙂
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25/02/2014 at 9:40 am
I’m happy that you’re happy 😀
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24/02/2014 at 11:15 am
Lyrical.
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25/02/2014 at 9:41 am
Hmmm, thanks Ben. 🙂
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24/02/2014 at 2:27 pm
You are so good at this… marvelous…
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25/02/2014 at 9:42 am
Thanks for the lovely comment, Bulldog. 🙂
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24/02/2014 at 2:57 pm
until trust is born…yeah, having that trust makes all the difference
some cool word play throughout….smiles.
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25/02/2014 at 9:43 am
Thanks Brian. especially from the king of wordplay.. 🙂
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24/02/2014 at 8:42 pm
When Faith comes to work for you, Hope is no longer needed and has to go and find another position!
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25/02/2014 at 9:45 am
You are too clever, Col. Notice this time I left out the ‘by half’! 😀
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24/02/2014 at 11:28 pm
Lovely and engaging use of rhyme. Very enjoyable read.
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05/03/2014 at 8:17 am
Thanks Spug, I’m so glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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08/03/2014 at 12:15 pm
Lovely thoughts expressed here, adee. Hope is often the only thing that keeps us on the right track. 🙂
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