Hope
When logic, skepticism, reason don’t answer, there arises hope.
I can’t regulate the laws of nature or the plan of God. What is God? What’s the plan?
We are what we think. We create ourselves. We make our personality. We learn. We grow. We are responsible, we are capable. But what when certain irregularities hold us back from our way or plan?
If you want to understand life, open your brain, if you want to enjoy life, open your heart.
“In shadows deep where darkness lies,
A glimmer shines, a beacon flies.
Hope, a whisper, soft and light,
Guides us through the darkest night.
In hearts weighed down by sorrow's grip,
Hope blooms forth, a steady ship.
It sails on dreams and silent prayer,
A promise of a brighter glare.
When all seems lost, and tears descend,
Hope whispers, "This is not the end."
It lifts us up on wings unseen,
And shows us what might yet have been.
Though storms may rage and trials assail,
Hope's flame within shall never fail.
For in its glow, we find our way,
Towards a brighter, hopeful day.
So let us cling to hope's embrace,
And let its light our fears efface.
For in the darkest hour's scope,
There's always room for boundless hope.
In the quiet hours of the night,
When doubts and fears take flight,
I close my eyes and feel the beat,
Of hope within, a steady retreat.
Through trials faced and battles fought,
Hope whispers courage, never caught.
It speaks of dreams yet to unfold,
And stories waiting to be told.
When shadows linger, casting doubt,
Hope's gentle voice calls me out.
It reminds me of my inner strength,
And guides me through the darkest length.
With every step, I feel it near,
A constant companion, ever clear.
In moments when I feel alone,
Hope's presence makes my spirit grown.
So in the tapestry of my life,
Hope weaves its threads through joy and strife.
It’s not just a concept or a trope,
But a lifeline, a beacon of hope.”
Letting go is the solution and hope is the philosophy. Pain ends! Misery ends! Trust me someone is out there having a good plan for us. If you ever miss someone pick up a book, they are present there lost between the lines. It’s the promise of the poet! Poets' promises are forever.
