A Poem For Hope

Sometimes it seems

That all is lost

And every day is grey,

That everything you dreamed about

Has sneered and turned away,

That up ahead

Uncertainty

Is blocking out your view,

Confusing your direction,

Just can't see your way through,

But even when

A dream has died

Another one can bloom,

Like seeds that spring

From deadened grass,

A songbird's brand new tune,

The path may change

But feet still walk

Though not on soil of old,

Through the clouds,

The burnished sun -

An incandescent gold,

Hold out your hands

And touch the warmth,

It's closer than you think,

Watch those little paper boats -

They either swim or sink,

The best are strong,

They sail along,

And weather all the storms -

A little bit of water

Doesn't mean it's

All gone wrong.