In the dreary, dark winterscape of my soul
hope springs into being, begins making me whole
Like dawn wakening the ocean, hope lights up my mind
glides on waves of surrender …. so hard to find
Hope flits through my spirit like fireflies at dusk
sprinkles my soul with graces to do what I must
Like a fire cheerily crackling on a cold winter night
hope shatters my darkness with life-giving light
Like birdsong in springtime, hope lifts my heart high
loosens the fetters of anger, brings freedom to cry
The light mantle of hope softly drapes me in calm
comforts my aching heart with a soothing balm
Then like a baby, content on his mother’s chest
my soul, gratefully, gradually, slips into rest