For many many Moons the New lay hidden
unseen unknown by all.
The winds howled
the nights blackest ever been
as bitterness’ breath froze Life itself.
The weary strong who carry Hope
within their Beating Hearts
refused to give up that New would yet be revealed.
One day did dawn when Hope
waned low within these Precious Hearts
when New arrived unannounced
bursting free of all intended to restrain
with one Single Minded Purpose in Its Birth …
To set the world a-(b)right again.
Photography/ “The New” 2015©AmyRose