and hope bided its time
hidden behind the hate
seemingly disappearing
giving up the space; moving aside
allowing the darkness to have its day
but it would not be smothered and buried;
no
hope would not be satisfied
with extinction
and so hope lit a simple small
candle and everyone
could see that in darkness
a weak, small candle is
a most brilliant and
wonderful thing
beckoning us to gather
and light our own
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