In the midst of a Creation crying out its suffering
Hope sneaks away with no sound.
It is there, at the cross roads of our wanderings
When it comes to disperse our nights.

In the midst of a world which no longer knows how to see the sky
Hope sings its hymn.
It is enough that our regards turn towards it
For our chasms to be erased.

Hope sows to every wind
And becomes the seed of an even more beautiful life.
It strengthens hearts by giving them
A renewed energy.

In the midst of daily life
Often assailed by doubt or sorrow
Hope comes to relight the flame
And dry up all the tears.

Hope is the light
Which gives our life a meaning
And the hearts which it lights
Rediscover peace and harmony.