Christopher Thor Britt

Rookie - 2 Points (31 July,1971 / Michigan)

Unborn Hope - Poem by Christopher Thor Britt

Waiting, wanting life to grasp like
A leaf from a barren tree
I dream in death-like worship
Beneath eternity

No eyes to see, nor ears to hear
No need for sight or sound
In this time before the morning dawns
Breath may ne'er be found

But, hope comes with the morning.
Hope is all there is
Seeking without eyes to see
To find my place in this

Sterile world of flesh and fire
Burning, searing all desire
Willing not that I retire
I put my hand in His

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, November 26, 2010


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