Where words sing of hope #poem

‘I have no hope, therefore I am not bitter’ – Krishnamurti

There is a city down these hills where the geese sleep sound
where the river laps quietly at bricks our fathers laid

There is a home amidst these houses where children aren’t found
where roosters screech while pigeons sleep in the shade

There is a soul in this body where feelings never drowned
where words sing of hope as death never strays.