Hope Poem by Steffi Webster

In the darkened times that
Strike no spark but mark
The soul with toil and malice
Raise the chalice of crystal
And delight to guide our
Way through the towering night.
A glitter of tranquillity, hope
And possibility, flowing
Opportunity to flower in
Our strength. Salvation
Can be tasted in the
Waters of our tears. No
Bitterness can mar the star
That whispers on the wind.
Silent in the gutter, or trapped
Beneath the crown,
Together we stand and
Reach for the hand that beckons
And calls. Here night never falls.