My hands are tied, I don’t have a knife.
My joy has died, drowned by strife.
                Where has hope gone?

There are secrets screaming, “we want out”,
They haunt me as they scream and shout.
                 Where has hope gone?

No one understands fully, but that’s nothing new,
You just them to be real, you want the to be true.
                 Where has hope gone?

But then they look at me, with loving eyes,
Could this be it? Will hope arise?
My heart is light and bright, like morning dew,
The shame of my past is gone, I can be made new.
                  Is my hope here?

I laugh now, it has returned,
The hope friends give, can cover burns.
Friends help you as they gather near,
They give you purpose for being here.
                    Hope is real.



                  ~Trinity Monks
                                               There is greater help and hope than friends…….