Hope

When life seems dark and faith dies away,
Hope is renewed by each breaking of day;
Each smiling flower, each petal soft,
Wakes up our drowsy hopes so oft’.
Each lofty tree and black-bird’s trill
Tells us that life means a little hope, still.
The murmuring wind in gentle tones
Whispers kindly, “Hope” to the downcast ones.
And as the dogs bark, life shows some spark;
As the sleepy babe coos and a hungry cow moos,
Hope’s fire kindles anew in the heart
And God’s love is seen playing its part –
For hope lives on.

Penned: 1976
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