Theme: Hope

Expect Miracles

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I learned to fish this river with a worm,
my grand dad taught me how to bait and cast;
a lesson all abandoned boys must learn,
without a fish, a hungry soul will fast!
He used to tell me, "Miracles are free,
throw out your line and hang on every bite,
just rest upon this shore so patiently,
until your miracle grabs on so tight."
I used to be a troubled, broken kid,
an endless storm of rage beneath the sky;
I learned to cast out pain and just be rid,
of all resentments with one hopeful sigh.
A storm upon this shore controlled by doubt;
a ray of hope was hooked; a rainbow trout!


More By  :  Bryon D. Howell

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