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Fredic Church's "Aurora Borealis"

Hope
Frederic Churchs Aurora Borealis

Alone
Lost and cold in a watery desert.
Icy waves slap against the ships bow
I shiver.
There is no hope.

A great desolate rock rises on the horizon
Contrasted by white glacier ice.
My crippled ship floats nearer;
My vessel wants me to be injured, too.
I panic;
Dash to the cold mahogany wheel.
Straining
She turns,
Slowly meandering away.

Tears of frustration course down my crimson cheeks.
Desperate
I drop to my knees.
Ready to beseech the heavens
My eyes imploringly turn to the vast expanse of space
And the lights of the aurora borealis
Are cast upon my tear stained face.
Illuminated streaks of soft pinks
Vivid reds
Bright blues
And glistening greens fill the sky.

Peace floods my devastated spirit
Soothing my inner core.
As I gaze at the phenomenal heavens
Perseverance surges through my veins,
Along with the hope to continue on.

--Debbie Brasby