Hope Poem by Smoky Hoss

Love for the lost
sight for the blind,
looking for hope
amongst mankind -

There's a place
I've heard tell,
where the sick
are come to be well;
where angels
are heard to sing,
where all can reach out
and touch the king;
it's the stuff
dreams are made of,
the eternal source
of pure, free and gentle love -

Wherever there is love for the lonely, sight for the blind,
and more than enough to go around,
this indeed is the Place where we all hope
someday to be found -