HOPE
I feel all alone
Cold to my hollow bone
Nourishment depleted
Energy to search abated
Family deserted long ago
Soul searching to and fro
Hope, where are you?
Love, and you, too?
Ah, the story is not all told
Emerging from the stark cold
Nature brings me what I need
Many majestic gifts, indeed
While my faith began to wane
She was with me, my cane
Thank you for not giving up on me
For helping my heart to always see.
words by Paul Knoll, images by Anne Knoll