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Hope









                 In the season of planned fallow


                 Seeds I didn't plant or tend


                 Bore bitter fruit I had to eat

                 To keep me going but not thrive


                 The seeds I desire to plant

                 And tend for the rest of my days


                 Seem blown away by changing winds,


                 Or hidden by the year's first snow

                 Patient or not, time will always get


                 All that it needs for completion

                 So I settle in for the rest I need


                 And to make myself ready

                 Faith worth having grows because


                 Of powerful storms beyond control;

                 Shivering and shaken as I am, I await


                 The proving such tests shall bring


                 The hope of Spring is all I have

                 To keep me warm through this Winter


                 Which doesn't seem to have an end:

                 I will hold onto my hope
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