The others have given up hope.
They say that all is lost,
That the world has betrayed them,
And God ignores their prayers.
Nothing is left to call their own
But dust and death and gall.
I say differently.
I say that light still lives,
Even if it doesn't shine for us.
If there is still some light,
Then perhaps we still have something to live for.
Why do I think this way?
I saw a butterfly this morning,
Fluttering daintily on my side of the barbed wire fence.
I saw a butterfly this morning,
And that gives me hope