Questions pull me there and here;
It's the answers that I fear:
I can't remember what it was to know for sure.
World progresses on and on,
It will stay when I am gone.
The thousand things that make me up I must endure.
There has been, though, I recall,
Hope that's been there through it all —
I never knew how it survived my tragic fall.
Candlelight and gentle dove;
Courage, soul, your God is love:
You didn't know your heart had listened to His call.
Kyle
2:12pm wednesday, 23rd january
There is always hope, though we may not feel so hopeful at the time it is there, like god
Jack
7:39pm wednesday, 23rd january
Brings true meaning to the words: "There are no atheists in the trenches". :-)
Jonathan W
6:08am sunday, 27th january
wow this poem really reflects my life so far, cause there has been a hope that survived my fall, and even though i havnt picked myself up yet, somehow i still feel that hope
Kyle
Jonathan W