“Hope,” read by Jane Murton-Armer.
Hope
by Jane Murton-Armer
This morning when I woke
My shattered heart was cold.
A tiny little piece of me
Had broken from my soul.
My empty painful thoughts
Lay strewn across the floor.
I didn’t want to see the mess,
My eyes were red and sore.
I opened up my Bible;
The windless sky was grey.
I prayed, “Oh Lord, my ocean’s dry,
My river’s run away.”
A sparrow landed on my sill,
And I began to see.
The fountain that I thought was dry
Is full and running free.
That simple little bird
Was the healing of my sorrow.
My comfort lay there in God’s word,
A bright and clear tomorrow.
About the Poet
Jane Murton-Armer lives with her family in the far north of Scotland. She has numerous poems published and is currently writing a novel. She starts a master’s degree later this year and is looking forward to the challenge.
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