Hope Train
I’m on the
new landscapes and uncharted territory. I peek out through the unwashed window, finger
printed with palms of tiny souls that had once believed this town to be of their hopes and
dreams. a voice in the background reminds me that there's hope yet. its a child's voice,
speaking in her home tongue, lots of roundy sounds and an unsurpassing enthusiasm
and excitement about this train ride, a silent ride for some who are tired of the day or
of a life chosen for them. I’m on a plane now...if he was here i would kiss him continuously.
I can see him now sitting next to me in this airplane seat. i still have conversations with him,
my dream- isn’t this beautiful, don’t u love that color? As I move on to open
my heart again to care for someone new….
