Hope
Hope
Hope is a seed
that once it is sown,
holds fast in its angst
for a chance to be grown.
It hides in our heart
like a secret to bear
and gathers more strength
each time that we share.
It wanders through wishes
and pours in our prayers,
dwells in our daydreams
caressing our cares.
Like a compass it guides us
each step of the way,
giving us strength
to hold on one more day.
Life's many hardships
leave many in need,
hope helps us through
if we'll just plant the seed.
The world can be dark
and a cold lonely place,
paths made of light
is how hope leaves it's trace.
Some say that hope
leaves us deep in despair,
a loss felt so deep
it's not worth it to care.
They do the work
of the thief in the night,
discounting faith
as they walk with their sight.
When given the chance
of a lifetime to choose,
our hope is the treasure
our hearts cannot lose.
The last place to turn
when we're desperate to cope.
What will become
of a life without hope?
- Jeannie Minor
Copyright © Jeannie Cronin | Year Posted 2015
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