Michael's Hope--A Poem by Gwyn Tyger

Photography • Atmosphere/Mood • posted on Apr 15, 2003

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Michael's Hope by Gary Gantney I found a rag-doll abandoned in a corner. Used, abused, tossed away, a discarded toy. Lord, am I, the finder, its only mourner? This poor rag'muffin loveless and without joy. So many lives lost on that sea of despair. Lord, where had "i" been all those so many years? The hurt and loss felt, seems more than we can bare. Lord, You have carried us through all those tears. The dawn of the New Age brightens in the east. Michael's Hope now found, wings on the sacred dove. Beckoned to the Lord's Table, we share the feast. What was darkness, despair, now glows amber Love.