Dreams nourish hope
I hope we never lose
The will to feel the thrill of
All those untouched rendezvous
To be bereft of dreams
Is to die while we live
While others laugh and drink the hope
That only dreams can give
So dream a little dream
And pray a little prayer
Inhale the glorious elixir
Of dream-hope-polished air
Of dream-hope-polished air
© Janet Martin
The thing that struck me most after reading Ann’s post the
other day is trying to grasp living without hope of something better here…unless we
bring it to them!
God, be with the people
there on the ground. Protect them and be their strength and shield!
The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he
helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him.
Ps.28:7
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