A Poem: Waiting for the Turn

Waiting for the Turn

How do I feel 

Lost, but hope still shines

Shines in my heart

Filled with hope

It's glow guides the way

Where all is lost

I try to love

I try to sew

Seeds of of love

That blossom into hope

Bearing the fruit of peace

Many come to clear the ground

To up root the trees

To cut the garden

And burn its fruit

Why?

Do hearts harden

Does hate reign

Fists clinch

Pierce and let blood rain

How big a hole

How big the hate

What can fill such a divide

Love that grows and multiplies

Love that is firm like the rock

Heavy weighted and sound

Can this now be seen

A lone candle in the night

Shining bright seen from far away

Awaiting other wicks

To be lit

To shine bright

All that's needed

Is desire

Is faith

And open hands

Waiting are the eyes

Waiting are the arms

Warm and welcoming

Wide and strong

Held out forever

Waiting for return