sometimes hope seems like such a fragile thing
like a birthday candle that gets blown out accidentally
when someone laughs from across the table
but sometimes hope is like a volcano
lighting everything around it and setting it on fire
and nothing can stop it
I love the way you carry on
You make me wanna sing another love song
Sing another love song to you
Bury my head for the shame, you pick me up, you say I look like you
Though it makes no sense to me, you make me believe that I could trust someone
I could ever trust someone
I walk through flame, I touch the fire, you know that I still burn for you
Flood water rain crash down, soak the ground, still I thirst for you
Though it makes no sense to me, you make me want to sing
PennyDaisy 
I’ve thought that about hope so many times before. And about life. So hard to hold on to, and sometimes you’re not even conscious that you’ve got ahold of it, until you’re losing it.Thanks, Sara. It was good to see you, too. Yes, we should all talk sometime- I like talking to you girls. And for some reason lately so many girls have been more than usually interested in talking to me. 😉
Where did that first poem come from?
HEY SARA!!!!!!
Hi there (smile)…I found your site through Paul Downer’s, and liked the poetry and Pooh quote enough that I thought I would leave a note! I wondered, too, where your lines on hope were drawn from? Fragile like a birthday candle…pretty metaphor, that (smile).
Jars of Clay has a song for just about everything. Even coffee.