A Poem by Robert Ray

A January First sunrise,

Misty, sunlit fields and farms.

A New Year newborn’s first cries,

In his mother’s cradled arms.


A Valentine's Day sweetheart,

First love, first kiss, first date.

A second wedding, a fresh start.

First or next love, never too late.


A March fence-row rosebud,

Wild, crimson, and bold.

Communion in a silver challis, the Lord’s blood.

Grand anniversaries, silver and gold.


A lifegiving April rain,

Bursting flowers and crops.

A young runner rising early to train,

Conquering rocky trails and hilltops.


May flora in partial bloom,

Renewed life in green, yellow, and red,

Washing away winter’s gloom,

Bringing new life, burying the dead.


A baby calf, wobbling but upright.

In a field, a single lavender rose.

A distant window candle, burning bright,

For a Marine husband, who always goes,

Whenever and wherever he must fight.


A gray husband, praying for his wife,

Kneeling, married seventy years.

A gray woman fighting for her life,

Suppressing all fears, hiding all tears.


Like August, coffee, hot in the cup.

A newborn’s gummy, toothless grin.

A happy rescued, bouncing pup.

A last-place team’s first win.


A new pastor’s first church, first Sunday,

Ancient good news stories from old Bible pages,

Humble sinners, congregating to worship and pray,

Amazing Grace, from a choir of all colors and ages. 


A single mom, first chemo treatment, stage four.

A trailing quarterback’s Hail-Mary touchdown pass.

A piano and child’s voice, behind a closed door.

An old truck, country road, and full tank of gas.


A scarfed woman, smiling, pink ribbons on her clothes.

The Special Olympian, finishing the race, first place.

A quiet police officer everyone judges but nobody knows.

The pregnant mother, kneeling at her firstborn’s grave.


Hope--the human spirit--prevails and wins.

No matter the odds; no matter where you’ve been.

Hope breathes life, again and again!




© 2017 Robert Ray

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Added on November 30, 2017
Last Updated on December 13, 2017
Tags: Hope, religion, redemption, despair, resilience, triumph, healing, disease, death, pain, freeverse


Robert Ray
Robert Ray

Madison, IN

"There are three kinds of men. The one that learns by reading. The few who learn by observation. The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence for themselves." - Will Rogers more..