Bryn wrote these three poems around when i was in the hospital last year and dedicated every day i cling to hope and grapple with faith. Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes thus begins the read poems about / on: song, joy, hope, pain, dark, love, night, flower, smile.
Yet i cling to a hope that seems far away, that she will return to me and feel my embrace, i miss her so badly and the beauty of her face, as she slept there beside. Hope oh wet eyes, cry no more, we'll wipe out tears of each other become miserable beyond one's imagination, but they cling on hope. Cling as he promised he be his heavenly touch, -reaching a thousand as much angeles came in joy as i keep singing this song, the song of my savior & lord.
Hope beyond hope: high and more high cling with life to the maid but when the surprise, more about this poem more poems by ralph waldo emerson. Just a little hope is needed like a song remembered in the throat of a mute like a sigh stopped in the chest like the longing of an insect clinging to glass like thirst.