My heart had died,
strangled, beaten,
desire eaten by disease;
black and blue, but crimson
seeped out.
Like fallen tinder on trace ember,
His gentle breath—
hushes turned rhythmic glow.
The threads of a cloud,
its weave pulled apart
by the light;
one ray becomes two,
two rays become seven.
Hope is.
Brock Stephen Henning 
Jingle, thanks for the reminder. I just posted my Keyboard Haiku link for your Poetry Potluck Week 14. Blessings!
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Please consider link in 1 to 3 poems to Jingle Poetry Potluck week 14.We are open and will remain open 24 hours from now and appreciate your submission today…any poems are welcome.your talent rocks.share your poetry today,stay blessed.
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scentofmyheart, thanks for the comment and for the info on Jingle Poetry.Melissa, glad you liked the poem. I wrote this during one of those moments of intense doubt, but with God hope always finds its way back in. 🙂
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The photo is gorgeous, and your words too. I feel that gentle breath…and hope rises from the embers. I’m glad I stopped by tonight. Blessings.
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The feeling of hope, always very powerful. I like the image combined with the words! Nice poem!
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Beachanny, thank you so much. I’m glad you enjoyed it.Eric, me too. Thanks for stopping by today.Claudia, I like your comparison with David. I hadn’t thought about that, but you’re right! :)Steve, thanks for that feedback. I’m flattered! 🙂
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Delicious interweaving of words, masterful line breaks. Exemplary.
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very sensitive and heartfelt writing here and i like that hope multiplied and you end this poem with such a positive touch. made me thinking of the psalms, written by david. he always started with outpouring his heart and then ended with the hope he knew he had
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I’ve always liked the look of the sun’s rays gleaming down through dark clouds like spotlight beams, seeming to herald the coming of God. Nice One Shot, Brock!
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I’ve written three poems about hope, thinking I’ve finally found words or metaphors or stories to capture it, none were as successful as this one. Kudos to you. Well done!
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Kodjo, this was wrote during a rough day, no doubt. When I realized it wasn’t the end of the world, the sky opened up again. Thanks for the visit. :)Glynn, “rescue” is right on. Hadn’t thought of that word until you mentioned it.Brian, funny you would mention that. I was thinking the same thing when I stopped by your blog last night. 🙂 Thanks!Sender, thanks for the visit. And yes, in the end there’s always hope. 🙂
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This is a great one shot. It is sad, tragic and in the end offers hope. Love and Light, Sender
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nice how hope multiplies like that…really resonate with this and with you…was reading your profile…we share very similar things…books etc…nice…
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It’s a “rescue” poem, Brock. You’ve beautifully described the process of hope (that “crimson seeping out”) and salvation.
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This is intense, sad and very strong,yet ends with a great word Hope.. Oneshot
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MDW, thanks for the visit! One Shot has grown on me. :)LauraX, thank you!Poemblaze, thanks for the feedback!
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A beautiful sound to the poem. Great use of line breaks.
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beautiful sharing, thank you!
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Ahhh that ray of hope – at the end Thanks for the sensitive poemGlad you shared with One Shot todaya grateful hostess – MDW
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