Hope

In the midst of a Creation shouting out its pain,

Hope noiselessly threads its way.

It is there at the crossroads of our wanderings

When it comes to dispel our nights.

In the midst of a world which no longer knows how to see the sky,

Hope sings its hymn.

We need only turn our gaze toward it

To have our despondencies chased away.

Hope sows itself to every wind

And becomes the seed of a more beautiful life

It strengthens hearts while giving them

a new energy.

In the midst of daily life

Often invaded by doubt or by sorrow

Hope comes to light the lamp again

And dry up all the tears.

Hope is the Light

Which gives a meaning to our life.

And the hearts it illuminates

Find peace and harmony once more.

              Françoise Saillen