Fragments of Hope

Evenin the worst of times

Whenfaith dwells near abandonment,

Andtrust appears a unicorn

Impossibleto hold,

Thesetiny fragments still remain

Andlift their voices in refrain

Tosing that we are foreordained

Tosoftly tread on streets of gold.

 

Weknow not our destiny,

Darenot rely on prophecy

Toforetell outcome in our “wannabee”.

Butif these fragments are employed

Theirroots can flower into joy

Andlift us from the dregs of drudgery.

 

Letall rejoice to realize

Thatoptimism never dies,

Butgently waits in patient afterglow.

Itscolorful kaleidoscope

Existsin fragments filled with hope

Andthat is all we really need to know.