Hope is a powerful thing...without it man dies. I have seen hope carry my mother for more than 20 years...with a smile on her face. I have seen my mother's cupboards empty and her refrigerator barren all while having no ascertainable way to fill either. And, I have seen this mother of mine spin dreams of visions of plenty without seeming fanciful or full of conceit. I have seen her hold on to hope with hands of diligence...hands of "there's no other option but to hope". You see, hope can breathe strength into a person's heart that defies the moment.
Hope has kept me from giving up on my childhood dreams that seem so far fetched, that I share them with no one. But alas, to hope I can whisper these grand dreams of mine, and it is her voice alone that makes me feel allright dreaming the impossible. It is her voice that tells me the impossible is quite possible and necessary! And, when I can't believe her another moment more, for there exists too large a gap between what I hope for and what I have...and to me it is too great a chasm to leap: hope takes my face in her hands and looks straight into my eyes and kisses me on the lips, assuring me that there is glorious life that lays ahead. So when my hope fails, hope takes hold of me. I think many of the things that lie ahead will only be if I can hope for them. The audacious expectations of my heart are silly in their grandness...but hope never laughs. She just squeezes my shoulders transferring courage and winks at me, because she too hopes in their existence...she too hopes to see them come true. But without her they won't ever come true. So you see, hope is a needed a friend and ally.
"...no, no, no don't pass me over...no, no no don't pass me by, see I can see good things for you and I. Yes, good things for you and I..." The Bodeans
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Well said, dear friend! Well said!
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