Presence

You are not here, only the illusion of what others perceive you to be.

Where Comes Hope

Where comes hope
When sorrows drown
In darkness deep and long

And gathers they
So far away
As if you don’t belong

As if the world
Goes away
From those who cry in pain

And lonely they
Who sit and pray
To offer up in vain

So many the few
That no one knew
Before they passed away

Weak, alone
A life to atone
For wrongs that brought dismay

Yet droplets of hope
Will spring from air
Landing trees so bare

Then leaves start to sprout
And flowers so fair
A forest beyond compare