Hope Is

What
is
Hope?

The absence of fear?
The absence of sorrow?
The absence of pain?
No, not the absence of
Any of these,
But, rather,
The presence of courage,
The presence of joy,
The presence of delight.
The choice to see the world in color,
While looking through shades of gray.
The opportunity to breath deep,
Instead of holding it all in for sake of composure.
The chance to change despite how the world sees you,
Despite how you see yourself.

Hope
Is
Pure

Not an emotion merely to be felt,
And then put on a shelf.
It is not to be denied due to
Self pity,
Self doubt,
Or shame.
It is to be embraced,
To be wrapped tight around
An aching heart,
To pack deep into the wounds of time,
To stitch up the scratches from self loathing,
And regret,
And guilt.
It is water to a thirsty soul,
And rest to the weary and down trodden.

Hope
Is
Light.

The light our heart sees,
While our feet walk blindly.
Still, we put one foot
In front of the other,
All the while following that light.
Feeling that light.
Allowing that light,
To pour into the parts of us that doubts,
Making us more than we could ever be without it,
Transforming and transcending,
Shining ever on,
Through and through,
And with the shine,
Warmth follows to thaw
Even the coldest of broken hearts.

Hope
Is
Now.

Hope is not what was,
What could be,
What isn’t,
Or what we wish wasn’t.
It is what it is.
It is moment by moment,
Breath by breath,
Heart beat to heart beat.
Now and always.
It is motion, and standing still
All at the same time.
It is worlds colliding,
Tears flowing and not knowing why,
But not caring why.
For, at last, it is real.

Hope
Is
Real.

And to come to this realization,
This cornerstone among the rubble
Of ashes and fallen dreams,
The tower still standing after the final battle,
Has been lost.
This is hope in its truest form.
For whether there be
Feast or famine,
Whether there be
Friend or foe,
Whether there be
Dreams of all dreams,
Or nightmares of all nightmares,
There is no truer solution to
Any equation that that of hope.

Hope
Is
Life.

For it and it alone breaths into the soul,
And revives our spirit,
Rejuvenating all that was once dead and dormant,
Within us,
Awakening and stirring parts that we had forgot
Existed.
But at hope’s touch,
We awake,
And yet not only we,
But symphonies of long forgotten song,
Strings of ideas too farfetched to fathom,
Dreams intertwined within our being,
And yet, stretched so far,
That had we gone one more day without it,
Joy would be but a fading memory.

Hope
Is
Action.

It calls us to
Arise and walk.
It compels us to
Lift up our eyes,
To meet the horizon finally in view.
It straightens all the bended dreams
That would be lost.
But instead are found.
It mends and heals,
All brokenness within our
Existence,
And works within us.
It brings us to our feet,
And calls us to be more
Than we ever thought we could be.

Hope
Is
Rising!

Will you meet it?

โค Like Baby Bear Soup

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