Boundless Hope
Hope stills the soul whose dying breath
Calls out, at peace, the Saviour’s name.
It fills the air with soothing words
When hopelessness would stake its claim.
In times of war its melody
Can keep the soldiers’ spirits high.
Through simple acts of tenderness
Its fragrance lingers by and by.
Reflected in the joys of spring
Or heard in cries of liberty,
Hope’s boundary is unconfined,
And sets the downcast spirit free.
08.02.19
Strand Select B ,Any Form ,Any Theme Poetry Contest - sponsor, Brian Strand
Copyright © Wendy Watson | Year Posted 2019
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