The Hope Poem by Amber Glistener

The world is still with hope.
We have lost much else, but there still remains hope.
What few have noticed is the state that life is now in.
Hardly the sun is astonishing enough for them.
For what is amazement but surprise of his splendor.

The clouds part along with the sky.
He rides down on a fiery chariot of sunbeams,
in which they still do not stop to watch.
The days roll on with glory and wonder,
yet none who are average seem to care.

All the faithful, the patient and unhurried,
all the peaceful stop to watch.
They may not be content, but they are hopeful,
others may stop and stare at his creation.
The wonders of his love.

Children no longer jump, skip, and play.
They grow less like children with each unimportant problem displayed.
They become more drone like when they go through the motions.
Children cannot simply see the change.
They are young and simply unwise.

Still the world has hope even when with our mouths we curse.
Even with our bodies we sin.
Even with our thoughts we disprove of good things.
The Lord sends down our hope.
Those of us who can see this, and understand it, are that hope.

The ones who can save us are not the drones.
Worries about the motions are what seem to come.
A hope rises within them for change, unaware,
the change resides and is confided within themselves.
The world still has a hope.

The Lord has mercy on us and the true hope is his sacrifice.
When we still are too blind to see that,
he guides us with ourselves.
Who is the hope,
What is the hope?