Hope the Digger
Created | Updated Jan 10, 2021
Hope the Digger
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Hope is a thing that burrows, A relentless pioneer: It ploughs its endless furrows As long as the way is clear. When it hits a rock, it hesitates: Remove? Over, under? Go round? Deciding, it never procrastinates But pushes on through the ground. Hope isn't fancy or flight. Hope is stubborn resistance In the face of what isn't right. It's unjustified, dogged persistence. Hope doesn't soar on wings. Like the mole, it tunnels, blind, Through the dirt and the muck that clings, As it tosses the dross behind. Hope conserves its breath When there's not a lot of air, Around it, the stench of death, But its claws fight against despair. Hope keeps the goal in mind As it digs on through the night. In the darkness, it seems to be blind, But somewhere, at the end, there is light. |
