“What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise.” Oscar Wilde
Towards Love Hope waited long, until one day, hope cried out in the wilderness of life, a singular sound, a solitary word, exposing all that was stolen, silencing the clamour of desolation, until hope cried even louder, calling to the very heart, opening the gate through which we ran, ran towards the voice crying love. Copyright © Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Wow, Paul. There is anguish and renewal in this poem.
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Just as you say VJ, you understood it well, thank you.
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You are welcome Paul. Still a master of words.
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🙂
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Light to remove darkness!
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Yes 🙂
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Hope is stretched thin today
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O, I hope you don’t mean you?!
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It’s stretching🥰
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Okay then 🙂
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That’s a wonderful imagination and a lovely poem PV 👍🤝
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Thank you so much 🙂
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I always try to carry an extra vital of hope with me everywhere I go, one never knows when they’ll need it. 😊❤️
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Wonderful, I like your sense of hope in action.
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😊 hope is a powerful tool ❤️
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It sure is, and we need more spread around don’t we, especially right now. 🙂
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Absolutely! 😊
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Wow. This line feels so sad to me, Paul 😦
-David
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Yes, there is that sense of corporate grief of a world in turmoil. 😦
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🤗
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🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you Chuck, much appreciated.
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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I’ve never really thought of hope as love before. Your poem has helped me see it in a different light.
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Well, thank you for sharing that affect Liz, I do see love as a powerful part of hope, I think it keeps me going to be honest.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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A very good explaination and addition to the wonderful quote of Oscar Wilde. Thank you for sharing, Paul! Have a wonderful day! Michael
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My pleasure Michael 🙂
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:-))
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Oh, sorry: wonderful evening! 😉
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😉
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another one drawing us to reflect and contemplate
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Glad to know that it is having that affect.
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