Friday, February 4, 2011


Hope is a drop of water
Trembling at the tip of a dry leaf.
A grain of sugar undissolved
On the rim of an empty cup.
It is a paper windmill
On a still day
A grain of sand
On the edge of a boat forgotten
Waiting for the pounding of wind tossed waves
The throb of a raging storm at sea
Life's not over till hope departs.


  1. the last line is lovely - yes, where there is life there is hope.

  2. Very cool! Something I wish I had been able to write....