Yearning Poem by shimon weinroth

Hope flares up with a spark
Flying on the winds of expectation
With each breathe burns brightly
Consuming fear and despair

At the tinyest hint of peace
Eager minds embrace
Each new chance
Building castles in the sands

That are washed away
By each new wave of violence
Showing how useless
Hopes and fancies are

Leaving scars of deception
And a bleeding ulcer of dis belief

When next a breeze of peace
Wafts over, prefer to forget
That we traveled the same road
Of disappointment

Yet hope is revived
By the miracle of survival
Or is it some mysterious
Moral sense

With a soft center
Filled with empathy
Compassion
And love