My Hope

I believe in the power of prayers To not believe would be a waste Words of faith will not be misplaced Someone listens, someone cares I wonder how others cope When lost, unsure, or full of scorn Enduring a loss, a death, or how to mourn Do they have the promise of hope I stand in awe of miracles I behold As abundant as the stars in the sky Or as rare as the four leaf clover we pass by One shall be blessed as they watch one unfold I understand that we are all equal, yet diverse I know an open heart is brought forth by an open mind We should be made more aware that acceptance is kind Through a world of controversy, yet compassion, to traverse I contemplate that our journey will be boundless For the generations to come and beyond To envision how prayers and miracles respond So our faith and belief in ourselves is endless