Hope.
It means all kinds of things, From a casual well-wish, To a resilient grip on belief. Hope Deferred is heart-sickness And realized feels like a dream. Hope Is a bright and shadowed being, Hard to pin down or stick in a box. Hope Lives and breathes and whispers, It stands far off in the distance - calling? Hope Hums a consistent note of wonder While it moves in rhythm with grace. Hope Is the inheritance of the altruist And of the realist who has known true love. Hope, It means all kinds of things, From a vain and pointless whimper, To a steady relationship with peace. Hope. Hope points our hearts to the King. Comments are closed.
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