To Be Saved Poem by Denise Zhou

There is a place
where Hope lives.
A place where it strives
to save us from Fear.
Because-

To be Saved
is to want it.

It lives in the tallest branches,
and in the softest furs,
resides under the darkest shadows
of Human Nature's woods.
But not where it is unwelcome.
Because-

To be Saved
is to want it.

Even Hope avoids places
where it cannot fly;
where the trees
claw at its kind soul.
Hope lives where it can help
Because-

To be Saved
is to want it.

So when your feathers are ragged
and your heart is frozen cold
chase away the Evils
to let Hope in.
Because-

To be Saved
is to want it.