Brighter Days
A Sonnet Of Hope
“The Blue Grotto, Capri” by Albert Bierstadt (1830–1902)
Brighter Days
To dare to dream of brighter days ahead
Lends girding breaths to lungs wearied by smog.
Dry mouths are filled with gravel–leavened bread
And hope becomes obscured within the fog.
The powerful grow bloated as they feed
With bellies buoyed by tyranny’s tall thirst,
The innocent lie bleeding in the streets
With futures halted by corruption’s curse.
These plates will not forever hold their grease
Nor will these taps always drip fitful drops,
The brighter days will gush with brimming peace
To cradle tear–stained cheeks and horrors stop.
I close my eyes to blind me to the rain
And in the darkness dream of brighter days.
This poem was generated by the author’s human mind with zero AI / LLM involvement.
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“He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” — Revelation 21.4 (ESV)
Thanks for naming what we're feeling and reminding us of hope!
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