Wherefrom Such Hopes are Born

There are and always will be
Periods of life
Where hope is but a flicker
A dim glow
In a dark, dark room
Brief and unpredictable
Its source often obscured at first
Fading quickly into the shadows that abound

But we can learn
To observe
And with time
We are able to see
Wherefrom such hope is born
And how it might be made to grow
To be sustained
Dispelling doubts and dark delusions
That we may see once more with clarity
As hope turns to truth which shines