For Hope’s Faint Flame

Let hope still burn, though faint its flickering light,
A fragile ember cradled in the cold,
Its warmth the only shield against the night.

The year has worn us thin, within its cruel bite
Etched deep, where dreams once dared to take their hold.
Let hope still burn, though faint its flickering light.

We pray, though fear meets our cries outright,
For answers lost in shadows, distant and old.
Its warmth the only shield against the night.

What strength can bind a heart still gripped by fright,
When broken faith no longer feels consoled?
Let hope still burn, though faint its flickering light.

For even now, amidst life’s bitter fight,
The smallest spark can make the dark unfold,
Its warmth the only shield against the night.

O fragile flame, in this next year, withstand this endless plight,
Be guide and grace as new days yet unfold.
Let hope still burn, though faint its flickering light,
Its warmth the only shield against the night.