Monday, 21 March 2011

Hope Poems
Hope Birth - Richards Vaultery


In a pauper’s stable – hope was born
In the minds of poor shepherds – hope burnt bright
In the eyes of an old woman – hope was seen
In the ears of the deaf – hope was heard
In the skin of the diseased – hope was felt
In the bodies of the lame – hope gave strength
In the hearts of his disciples – hope gave warmth
In the traitorous kiss – hope was not lost
In the tears by the cross – hope gave comfort
In the empty tomb – hope gave life To us all.

1 comment:

  1. For me, its hard to write a poem. How did u get an idea to write one? But its really beautiful. I dont know, I'm a mechanical person but this blog is kinda change me into an artistic one..

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