
Hope
Hope is a blossom on faith’s tree, Which beauty forms for love to see. Its holy root lives deep in me, The hidden ground of dignity. So, cling to it, let all else be — Its sap gives life to make us free. Part of a series of poems on...
Hope is a blossom on faith’s tree, Which beauty forms for love to see. Its holy root lives deep in me, The hidden ground of dignity. So, cling to it, let all else be — Its sap gives life to make us free. Part of a series of poems on...