Thank you for Hope
that springs
without a reason
all unexpectedly
and out of season.
When dust and doubt
quite dominate the scene,
and hot tears fall
for things that
might have been,
Self - pity almost has me
in her power.
It´s then unheralded,
Hope comes to flower.
When Hope invades the heart
Self - pity goes,
and barren deserts
blossom as the rose
John Gowans
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