Who?

I raised the banner high. It was cold and dark.
Who would see it?

I spoke the words of life. It was empty and hollow.
Who would hear it?

I set my self up high. It was alone and fearsome.
Who would believe it?

And when I come again. It will be triumphant.
Who would receive it?

I don't usually "get" poems... but I got this one and it touched me.

God bless,
Lisa