Children Are the Hope of the Future

I look around this room and see
the hope of years surrounding me:
children with their mischief smiles,
Crayola portraits stacked in piles.
Ages different, spirits wild,
unique is every single child.

That doesn’t change when they are grown;
each one will change the world alone
by every heart their souls can touch
with love or hate. They matter much.

It won’t be easy as they grow
to keep the purity they show,
but just a few will keep that light
and lift the world from endless night.

Each child, a seed of a hero brave.
We can’t know now whom they will save,
but we know we can lift and share
to teach these children how to care.

I look around and smile through tears.
The love and hope of these young peers
enwraps me in their innocence;
my prayer is for their confidence,

That they might find power within

And conquer fear as they begin.