Hope is the thing deep within us
That flesh, though vanquished, can not conquer.
It is the seed that rights in hurricanes
The untoward listing ship
Pulling on mains beyond salvation
Careing not for the rope shredded hands forever lost
Which understood as grace in calmer water
Was perhaps God's subtle force that saved the ship.

Bill Grace

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-89/