They are the signs of hope.
They possess untainted dreams,
promises not yet broken.
They’re the vision of the future,
a life not yet lived.
They’re the voices of the nations,
their cries not yet
from worldly sorrow.
They’re the evidence
of things hoped for.
Their eyes aren’t open yet to
the maligns of inhumanity.
These are the faces of Hope.
`Yvonne L.
