It flows forever eternal,
in every day of our life.
It helps us see the morrow,
and aids us in our strife.
It's seen in a sleeping infant,
as we watch it lie so still.
It stirs a fire within us,
it fuels the human will.
It is our guiding angel,
for when we've lost our way.
It is the little voice we hear,
that helps us through the day.
You may ask what it is,
that enables us to cope.
The answer is all around us,
it is simply Hope.

Jonathan Butts

Copyright ©2000 Jonathan Butts

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