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Hope- is Poetry to my Ears

by melelllan on November 16, 2014

For all those who work at Neuren, worked at Neuren, have anything to do with Neuren, poetry is the best way I know to say what prose cannot really express.

N ow I come on bended knee with
E xtended hand and grateful tears,
U nbelieving that the journey we are on,
R arely resting through the years,
E ver stumbling over stone and wall,
N ears, finally a grass-lined bend,
.
P ast shadows of mountains, straight and tall.
H ope is shining down upon us
A s we turn from the rocky road,
R eaching, at last, a place to rest-
M other and child unshouldering our load.
A sk me then- Why do you weep, as
C arefree, for a moment, all must seem?-
E ase has settled in my worried heart and
U nder my journeying feet, the grass is green.
T omorrow holds Promise, whereas yesterday was bleak.
I have dreamed this dream so many times;
C an mere words express a mother’s gratitude?
A sk me then- Why do you sigh?-
L et your wonderings all cease-
S uch a hopeful sigh for where our journey leads.
.
M. Lancaster

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