Hope for a new tomorrow

I saw it in the faces
of homeless people
standing around drums,
with glowing coals
trying to get hot
at red-hot flames.

I saw it on the faces
of people living in villages
in a war zone,
that went forth with their lives
as if the war didn’t exist.

Still I wonder when
the new morning is coming
and every day,
I watch the horizon
and look at the blue sky above me
to see if You
do not appear on the clouds.