Shades of Hope

Sweet Prince,
You look at your altar
Gazing at idols of prayer
Asking for favours and for peace
Words of hope emanate from your heart
Tender faith requesting for guidance.

Hope is the only treasure you seek
Whatever shape, form, or shade
Only you feel what you ask
And the idols keep these in secrecy.
What’s your true quest sweet hunter?

Your prize is peace of mind
Perhaps knowing deeply that prayers
Eventually grow into tender fruit.
Such is the only root
Holding your prayers in place.

Hope is your fuel, sweet hero,
It keeps your soul connected.
Without it life would be grey.
After all, hope is a rainbow
Producing thousand shades.


Posted from the depths of my heart