There is Hope


Locked away
Taken away
Given away
The seemingly accepted way
That speaks volumes
To the pains of our civilizations
Yet we seem heartless
To God’s creation.


I’ve seen calls for conversation
I’ve heard beacons for reconciliation
Then there are cries for peace
Along with threats to these
Yet in a circle we go
And yet to no avail we show
The need to be made whole
For there is hope.

O. Stephen Peart. 2020 © All rights reserved

Motivation for this Poem
From a state of isolation to a point of division, our social construct is under inspection. When we are faced with obstruction to the way things are or what we expect it to be, the obstruction brings out either the best of the worst in you and me.

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