…on brown sand,
an open pathway, a clearing blemish,
a sense of tomorrow, the unread
pages of books;
hope is droplets of perseverance in lackluster grit,
undaunted belief in unseen mercies,
one pearl in a rubble of many failures;
hope is a sum of the many extant invocations
held by sighing and open palms,
its scripts habituated…
A.H. Mehr