Wendy Watson Poet Rhyme

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

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John Watt April 7, 2020 at 5:30 PM Wendy, thank you for bringing this poem into the spotlight by entering it in Brian's contest. I'm so glad it was selected as it gave me a chance to read this hope chest of timely significance, "filling the air with soothing words". Good to see your optimism and expression of hope. Congrats on your win too ~ John

Brenda Chiri February 4, 2020 at 4:27 AM Wendy congrats on a beautiful win!;)

Geoffrey Brewer February 13, 2019 at 8:00 PM Delightful and positive verses, Wendy.

Frances Schiavina February 12, 2019 at 9:48 AM Congratulation Wendy. The hope of after life take the sting out of death.

Sandra Haight February 9, 2019 at 4:57 PM Such beautiful, sensitive, and inspirational thoughts in your poem, Wendy. Congratulations on your fine placement in the contest. Hugs, Sandra

Carolyn Devonshire February 9, 2019 at 4:12 PM I like to think our soldiers fighting in foreign lands have hope in their hearts, Wendy. You conveyed your thoughts beautifully. Congratulations on your win. There were many wonderful entries to this contest and nearly all of them were difficult to rank. Best wishes, Carolyn

Caren Krutsinger February 8, 2019 at 10:39 AM Hope brings so much joy, it is the ultimate gift. If we could bestow this on the world, it might be enough. A fantastic poem, Wendy.