Hope
Soft tendrils of light along my path
Cobwebs formed the night before
Drops of dew touching my face
A day without rage or wrath
I ponder the events of life
Days that are free of grief
Days that can be painted with wisdom
Days that are free of strife
As a human I know that life can be hard
Constant tension, looking for answers
To agree or disagree
Tarot speak, I hope to draw the right card
And so I look up to the fading moon
Mother dearest hear my thoughts
Show us the way out of this mess
Off in the distance a silent Loon
And though we are often in a bad way
We have the power to change
Peace and prosperity to all
Oh dear Mother is that what you say
Start your day with a positive thought
Help the elderly and all about
Listen to the laughter of a child
Oh look what the Faeries brought
An offering of lasting hope
A gift of promise and joy
Reach out and embrace the Goddess
As a race I know that we can cope
Source:
Author Crickjumper
Website The Whispering Woods
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