Hope is a thing with feathers, Or so the poet wrote It beats against the breast Fighting its way against The cage of caution and hard lessons and Regret Hope is an untameable creature slipping between bars too weak to hold it captive It lifts and dips and whirls Following updrafts of possibilities In dreams and whispers and wistful wishes Hope is the thing with power To rise and Rise again To overcome and conquer It holds the line Refusing retreat from The threat of disappointment and cynicism and despair Hope is the Savior and the Victor The Hero of Love, the Merciful touch, and Rescue of the lost Hope is the lighthouse beacon, the joyful freedom Hope is the Light in the dark. -KJ Roe
Dreams of Shadow and Light 