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As I was pondering life and hope and meaning today, it brought to mind that several years ago a friend of mine was entering into one of the darkest periods of her life. Her second marriage was failing, her hopes for a happy, stable relationship collapsing. Further, she was deeply concerned about the collateral affects on her young daughter. She did not deserve what had come her way. But I continue to accumulate evidence that life often does not deal out trouble and pain based on a fairness quotient. I felt a measure of her sadness and despair, and wrote this poem for her as an encouragement. It was one way I knew how to lift her spirits a bit, to attempt to bring "The Wings of Hope." The Wings of Hope In the morning, just before the dawning, Just then in clouds of angels rising - Thomas Fideler
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