Strange Hope
An Acrostic Poem
By Gabriel HuizengaPublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read
The sublimity of Scotland!
Sublimity rarely struts, but often
Invites, meekly, those who already seek her, to
Listen earnestly to the misty sunrise
Each morning, yearning for that which is
Never to be bought, sold, owned, or lost.
Carry with me what is weightless, and hear what is noiseless:
Ever deeper and more real, the strange hope born in nature's silence.
About the Creator
Gabriel Huizenga
Twas for love of words that I first joined this site:
Poetry, especially, and dear short stories too;
For to live one's best is to read, and to write!
So find me in words here, and I'll find you 💙
Thanks for stopping by! :)
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