Terry D. Sutherland

PARCELS OF HOPE

They are empty parcels we bear
Wrapped and tied with rope
There are few who really care
That all they contain is hope

Hope is a hollow word
And has no weight or space
But we cling to the hopeful sword
To bring us to a better place

No common ground or connection
Have the great broad sword and hope
Until there is introspection
In the vessels of battle we float

Hope is a word that stands alone
Its place of honor we should know
It’s a light that is always shown
In a comforting garden we grow