If your hand shall not be hopeful
Shall the jailer bind your wrists
And inflict tiny sorrows on them
Until you learn the levels of pain?
If your feet shall not be hopeful
Shall your limbs be given to the crippled
That they may run round rejoicing
While you ruminate over its worth?
If your breath shall not be hopeful
Shall your life be paused temporarily
To save that infant in the incubator
That you may value the priceless?
If you shall not be hopeful
Speak to your humble feet
That they may obey your knees
To kneel gracefully in future gratitude.