river of hope

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has our body been battered

beyond strength to travel

to the River of Hope

where we wash away the salt stains

dried upon our cracked faces

creating a map

to the pain put upon it?

has our soul sulked in

the paradise of pride

not allowing lust to lick

the dry salt away

for fear of what

the salt rusted away

and what was left behind?

has our mind wished away

the well full of will

to send passion

to the other side of the sun

where it will continue

to burn in flames of fear

dropping ashes into the River of Hope?

have the tears of joy

become a headache of sorrow

trapped inside

with no place to drop

on the face of love gone hard

from salt clogged pores?

would a single tear of joy

break the face of love

or merely wash it clean?

will we ever

claim courage

and know?

copyright RA 8/1995

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