So precious the few that know her heart <br />Anew with a charge of the hot blood within <br />Her surge of life flows down, like an endless river <br /> <br />Full of hope, unchanging, her faith still strong <br />As father time slips from then, into now <br />His gentle finger caressing her face so softly <br />This moment first, then next, then more<br /><br />Damon Harper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-is-our-hope/
