The Flame of Hope

The flame of hope is more than just a candle
Shining brightly in some darkened place;
It is the torch of confidence eternal
Burning within man's breast, quickening his pace.

And, ever as the years march up and onward,
The flame grows brighter with each passing day;
No tyrant of the soul, however forceful,
Can cleave its wall and mine that hope away.

The flame of hope held high is everlasting,
The waves of time may dash and cast their spray,
But the shining promise of yet another morrow
Dismisses any doubt about today.

Our Lady in the Harbor stands as proof then
That that great torch stretched to the sky above
Will burn forever. . . This great expectation
Is what the whole of life is made up of!

                             --Georgia B. Adams