Where Hope Still Lives

This world we live in seems so torn,
By greed and hate, distrust is born,
The news is bleak, our spirits lowered,
As conflict spreads and temps are soured.

And it’s so easy to despair,
To think that nothing can repair,
The harm that’s done by human hands,
In ignorance of our demands.

But I am not that cynical,
Nor to hope’s power so clinical,
For I still see its light alive,
In those working so hope can thrive.

I see its glow in children’s eyes,
Their joy and laughter, playful cries,
Their resilience through toughest plights,
Imaginations that soar in flight.

I see hope’s shine in acts of grace,
A helping hand, a kind embrace,
In strangers who show that they care,
By listening, by just being there.

Hope blooms where people create,
To add more beauty, motivate,
Through words and melodies that stir,
Works of art that deeply spur.

Where broken towns are rebuilt,
And progress is both shaped and felt,
Where wounds that festered are now healed,
Bonds reforged in what’s revealed.