Amid a warring world desperate for global peace
you enter as our Songbird, our Encouragement,
hope for those whose optimism is exceedingly thin.

You are the little bid perching on the soul’s branch,
the one that poet Emily Dickinson introduced.

The feathered creature singing an endless melody
carried to every heart gone silent from dejection.

Your determined song of hope insists we not give up.
Faltering humanity can reach toward one another
and restore a heartfelt belief in our original goodness.

Today: Renew your hope.

Joyce Rupp: Fragments of your Ancient Name.

Obtained from https://www.ccvichapel.org/post/hope-for-the-world-esperanza-para-el-mundo

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