It is the bee buzzing round the last summer flower
It is the lightest drizzle on a scorching day 
It is the rainbow after it has stormed for hours
That has ravaged everything in its wake
It is the bright little smile on the face of a child 
Selling elastics and incenses on the street
When you roll down your window at a traffic light 
When you leave her with a kind word or three 
It is the weed growing through age-worn furrows
In a cement sidewalk, swaying in the breeze
It is the faithful, steady unbroken flame
That warms the heart of a dying candle
It is the single green leaf on a tree that’s ailing
It is the silent prayer 
That leaves your lips 
Even when all about you is despair 
It is the next step ahead on a broken path 
Eyes lighting up a horizon that has fallen dark 
Hope is sometimes just the littlest spark


It is feeling like you just can’t go on anymore
It is also your blood gushing stronger than ever before
It is the frame that you pull out of a drawer 
Into which you put photos of those that are gone
It is brushing your hair
Pulling it into a bun 
It is clipping your nails
When all’s said and done
It is reading this verse
Sitting alone in the quietness 
It is laying yourself down in your bed of sighs
It is your throat constricting, you breaking inside 
It is also awaking to thunderous skies
Their wetness brimming in your aching eyes 
Mangled hearts that still throb in the ebb and the flow
It is you that’s still here
Though you’ve bled and you’ve bruised
Hope pearlesceht strings through all of those.