💕 HOPE 💕 💕 There is a residue of hope In every act of grief, A beauty at the source of pain, A truth that brings relief. 💕 Mourning is a morning song, Sung just before the light, Though little else is visible To those who watch the night. 💕 And all our tears must turn to grass, And all our sorrows be But dissonance that we'll resolve In some new harmony. 💕