Hope is a rushing river,
surging in and ebbing out;
meandering banks through flood and drought,
covering stones of fear and doubt.
Hope is a brilliant sunlight,
a magnificent work of art;
Though storms may loom, and she depart
with a gentle breeze, hope returns to lift the heart.
Hope is a fluttering butterfly,
where even in times of loss and fearful fright,
The most delicate of wings take flight;
and bring the wandering, seeking soul aright.
