My friend, deep within your breast
Is a wild hope that longs to manifest
Bright wings, and mount to open sky
Kissing longing hearts it passes by
You have a story of fire divine
Forged in the furnace of woundedness
To reach tongues and lips as sweetest wine
From the vineyards of experience
So dear friend, lift your cup
And drink deep, long, and have your fill
Then with longing eyes, look up
To see the wings of hope rising...wheeling...still
(-Poem by Bryan Creech)
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