Ancient hope delivered
on the wings of a dove
Witnessed from the
deck of a wooden boat
Forgotten in the tramp
of boots in battle through
mud and snow – past
bodies of comrades
Snagged on long strips
of barbed wire that
imprisioned millions
Hidden in long tunnels
under wet green jungles
where teens fought teens
Lost among the clouds
behind the whine of engines
flying with heavy payloads
Ancient hope in the sky
ignored by humankind
© Candace Kubinec
This poem was posted on Artists4Peace today
http://artists4peace.wordpress.com
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I loved this. The idea that there is hope in the sky, the heavens, where prayers are sent… truly wonderful!
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thank you so much 😊
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