Entitled Hope Mark I Poem by Raymond Cabrera

Hope is the light that shines in our darkest nights,
The solely light which dispels our doubts and frights,
Hope is the wind that blows away our sorrow;
A strange wind which take us to a new tomorrow,
Hope is the water that replenishes our dying land
The thing which washes our souls and made us stand
Hope is the wellspring of happiness in our life,
The source of inspiration between continuous strife,
Hope is the cloth that wipes our tearful eyes,
This gives comfort to our endless cries,
Hope is the flame that burns in cold stormy day,
A fiery thing which gives warmth and lit our way
Hope is the burning candle of infinite sacrifice,
Of God’s absolute love that never dies
Hope…
Yet, hope isn’t just like that,
You, hope is what?