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When Hope Lost From Its Matter
Years of toiling, hope lost from its matter
Dim of acceptance, it has same question
Where is God? Some do not understand
That faith raises those callused hands
In the vein of the wind – where God is –
The light of life from beginning to end
Yet the envious pose like stormy wind
In the bereft of life as truth un-seized
Fate comes in every cycle of time
As a soft touch to the blessed ones
Or the fearless shall fear of its strength
Like rippled leaves re-laid on the ground
With hope, through redemption of spring,
Yet no autumn leaf has risen to trees
Than embedded branch full of promises
As bough of dreams where all it matters
The ambiance of hard labor shall reign
But only God knows the will of the wind
poem
by
Efren Petalver Carranza
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