Hope harvests our dreams.
Fresh and vital,
Against the pale of disappointment
Hope flushes expectantly .
While hope protects,
Spikes of unkindness are blunted
Spears of anger are turned away
The sharpness of spite is blurred.
Hope is graceful,
With gentle lines that follow through.
It is strong and steadfast,
Sharing its visions.
Hope sprouts new life
Out of darkness and gloom.
Hope harvests dreams
Laughs like stars, and shines like the moon.