In a puddle with some broken glass

hope comes in a paper box
it comes
in bottles it comes
in faces
it comes
when the sky is gray
it comes
when the sky is gray
and the clouds falling down
beat your face with their sorrows
it comes
in silence hope comes
in the dark
the crowded room
the barren womb
in ribboned hair
in birds on branch
in rays through cloud
it comes