Tree Of Hope

Hope springs up like the seedling of a tree

Fragile at birth almost ignored for many years

Until now it has grown into a mighty force

Mostly unnoticed and over hard stretches of thirst

Hope long deferred makes my bones so dry

I dig at the roots and removed it, I try

But the tree smiles at me with his gentle shade

And my tears fall like a river at it's mighty feet

At the river we were planted yet we both are dry

And the many gnarled branches reach like arms into the sky

This Hope is such a terrible and living thing

And even in despair it makes my soul to sing.