Hope

  

It is that minimal sustenance,

growing wild in the clefts of rocks,

encouraging survival despite all,

a guardrail keeping us from the gorge.

Fused with confidence it becomes faith,

a trusting and wizened belief,

like a cliff-side fortress overhanging a chasm,

sheltering those reverential and humble.          

Even alone it remains a unique phenomenon,

full of rare meaning and power,

without which we are lost,

overwhelmed then overcome.

Yet with its seed we somehow endure,

buoyed upon the sea of our troubles,

nourished by its defiant flare,

knowing it as the handsel of success.

                                             ~~Brandon Marlon                                                  Ottawa, Canada