Dangerous times

We live in dangerous times
Every power has secret weapons
The enemies around them have even more
But the kings of hope see another way

Their hearts do not waver.
Their eyes see a world of light
Their feet visit the lonely shadows
Their keys lock the doors of darkness

Hope’s love flies beneath the stars
It lifts the weakest sparrow high
It brings every long day to a close
It is patient, silent and stern

My sorrow never loses its hope
It loves the ones it cannot see
Whenever the dove awakens a sparrow,
They watch the night flee together

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About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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