Ruminations on the joys & trials of youth camp work in the Smokies

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Hope . . a poem from Julie 1/9/061/9/06

Hope    1/9/06

Born in water and blood
helpless and without a name.

Born in sin and shame
guilty and lost without light.

Born within death's grasp
unable to shake its claim.

Born within Love's reach
offered power to take flight.


Julie

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