Hope and Patience
An unborn bird lies crumpled and curled,
A-dreaming of the world.Round it, for castle-wall, a shell
Is guarding it well.Hope is the bird with its dim sensations;
The shell that keeps it alive is Patience.– George MacDonald
hope
A Wind in the Heart
A Wind in the Heart
Breathes a token of Fear,
Darkness builds his Art
And lays foundations here.
While hopeless in strife
He has wounded me sore,
In the Light of Life
There is opened a Door.
– Patrick Lauser