Hope has Risen

Hope arises as vision from a fog
A wisp of thought, walks without
Footprints from center of the bog

Until it appears in the troubled mind
As a someone we should know
And yet we are afraid of what we find

In the struggles of a difficult moment
We too often lose hope in the word
And what the spirit of all may foment

For we must be of faith in the great rising
And with wondrous gifts we will prevail
Into a future even better and surprising