This morning I saw hope
Written large on the sky
When the night ran west
the arch beaconed on high.
The arch signaled from high
When hymns from trees rose
On my heart I savored joy
as heaven’s voices sang close.
I was lifted above though
I stood on the hard earth
Softly within my tender soul
A new me has taken birth.
Xavier Bage
Mon, July 11, 2016
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