The Seed of Hope
Marie Slider
10 April 2019
A seed of hope was given, by one who came before;
I put it in my chest, to see if it could bore.
The roots began to dig so deep, they wrapped around my heart;
Planting themself firmly, so they could never part.
That hope grew strong as tree trunks, reaching to the sky,
Forever part of me, I'll have it when I die.
That seed of hope was planted, somewhere in my past,
And forever I will show the world, the way this hope can last.
Sometimes my hope it hibernates, and it seems pretty bare.
However I still feel it then, and remember I must share.
My seed it must be watered first, but what can feed that hope?
I cannot rely fully, on just the need to cope.
The want to share is great and all, for now work must be done.
For if I don't protect the growth, it could be overrun.
I must gain understanding, of how hope can be changed,
To faith where there's no room for doubt, that things have been arranged.
My heart it must be full of love, to give fluid to that seed.
And I must remember God's protection, I will surely need.
So adding gratitude and smiles, overcoming doubt;
Helping those around us, releasing anger out;
Are things I do continually in order to sustain,
The power needed to grow out; the foundation to remain.
I stretch the branches from me, for others with empty hands.
The seedlings I share freely, if hope they can withstand.
The leaves that fall behind me, I know they will be followed,
By those who cant reach out, in darkness they have wollowed.
When they become ready, to draw eyes off the ground;
Patience, love and a seed, always will be found.
Some will not take the seed, others will throw it away,
But I know that if I tried today, today was a wonderful day.
Marie Slider
10 April 2019
A seed of hope was given, by one who came before;
I put it in my chest, to see if it could bore.
The roots began to dig so deep, they wrapped around my heart;
Planting themself firmly, so they could never part.
That hope grew strong as tree trunks, reaching to the sky,
Forever part of me, I'll have it when I die.
That seed of hope was planted, somewhere in my past,
And forever I will show the world, the way this hope can last.
Sometimes my hope it hibernates, and it seems pretty bare.
However I still feel it then, and remember I must share.
My seed it must be watered first, but what can feed that hope?
I cannot rely fully, on just the need to cope.
The want to share is great and all, for now work must be done.
For if I don't protect the growth, it could be overrun.
I must gain understanding, of how hope can be changed,
To faith where there's no room for doubt, that things have been arranged.
My heart it must be full of love, to give fluid to that seed.
And I must remember God's protection, I will surely need.
So adding gratitude and smiles, overcoming doubt;
Helping those around us, releasing anger out;
Are things I do continually in order to sustain,
The power needed to grow out; the foundation to remain.
I stretch the branches from me, for others with empty hands.
The seedlings I share freely, if hope they can withstand.
The leaves that fall behind me, I know they will be followed,
By those who cant reach out, in darkness they have wollowed.
When they become ready, to draw eyes off the ground;
Patience, love and a seed, always will be found.
Some will not take the seed, others will throw it away,
But I know that if I tried today, today was a wonderful day.
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