In the truthful moments of our togetherness
We hold onto a hope of eternal light.
    With the dimming of the day,
    With the shade of passing,
    With the final breath,
    Hope appears forlorn.

Yet, In the glorious heights of moments shaped,
And the despair of damaging truth.
    A light was born,
    A light that shines still,
    A light rekindled today:
    Hope grows afresh.

In the knowledge of our generated truth
We live together in the words we speak
    Thank you for my voice
    Thank you for my laughter
    Thank you for my rebirth
    Hope shines through.



David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )

Scanlon. D (2018) Poetry for Business : Continuing Conversations. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. THANK YOU FOR MY VOICE. Page Number 31.

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