Hope

Hope, she said
it cannot last
another dawn
of waiting,
watching
for the morn
of future bright

Spent of tears
she kneels
anguished cries
laced with
pain dripping out.
Pittance compared
to life-blood bled
millennia ago,
by Him.

Burdens are hard
to place at His feet.
Yet pride must fall
away, so that He
can heal this hurt.

©Eleanor Clark
27 January, 2013