Hope

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  1. MoAnamCara

    MoAnamCara SF Artist

    Hope is like a blade of grass,
    Trampled on at times.
    It can return to its mighty stance
    Given nurturing, time and space.

    A blade of grass
    May seem so small, so insignificant.
    But look how one blade can turn into many.

    It is invisible, intangible,
    Something just out of reach.
    Some deny they have any,
    But within us all a tiny spark remains.

    A lush field of green,
    We all wait to see.
    For a brighter day, a painfree day
    We hope is on the way.
     
  2. Isabel

    Isabel Staff Alumni

    Really beautiful! Special request for some more of hopeful messages at SF. We can all use it!
     
  3. Sadeyes

    Sadeyes Staff Alumni

    This is lovely..and I hope you can hold on to it
     
  4. MoAnamCara

    MoAnamCara SF Artist

    Can I dream,
    And wish for miracles?

    Should I do so,
    When the future
    Has already been decided for us?

    A lesson in futility perhaps,
    But one in which I place my blind faith.

    I wait each day for the snows to melt,
    And the green to return into view.
    To feel the hope and hold onto the present,
    Am I strong enough to start anew?
     
  5. jimk

    jimk Staff Alumni

    thank you MoAn. beautiful words together here..
     
  6. Sadeyes

    Sadeyes Staff Alumni

    Your poem questions the essence of what seems to be my life lately...thank you for giving expression to this struggle for me
     
  7. MoAnamCara

    MoAnamCara SF Artist

    Who knows where the times goes?
    It slips by quietly while we are engrossed
    With the triviality of daily living.

    Days were spent looking forward,
    Not relishing the present.
    Hoping for great future plans,
    Ignorant of upcoming events and dissent.

    As the dark clouds come over
    My being.
    Much sadness for all involved,
    Knowing those dreams have dissolved.

    Time moves even quicker now,
    Optimism is but a dream.
    But without that spark, that green
    We are lifeless.
     
  8. MoAnamCara

    MoAnamCara SF Artist

    How do we know
    When its time to give up?
    Or when its time to
    Take a step back?

    Should we keep pushing
    For a miracle?
    Or should we be resigned
    To reality?

    Is it the foolish who dream,
    When the truth is
    Staring them in the face?

    Or are we the dreamers,
    Who ignore the truth,
    And foolishly believe in a fantasy?

    Where is the balance
    Between hope and actuality?
     
  9. MoAnamCara

    MoAnamCara SF Artist

    Stay strong,
    It'll be okay,
    But for how long?

    Am I made of steel,
    Or just perceived that way?
    I didn't sign up for this deal.

    But neither did she.
    Tired, scared and a little defeated,
    We move forward, both feeling cheated.
     
  10. Sadeyes

    Sadeyes Staff Alumni

    I know exactly how this feels...so well said...sorry you both have to experience this too...reminds me of the book, When Bad Things Happen To Good People by Harold Kirshner...thanks for sharing this...although comforting, I am sorry anyone else is a member of this club
     
  11. texaskitty

    texaskitty SF Cat Lady Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    Beautiful expression. Thank you for sharing.
     
  12. MoAnamCara

    MoAnamCara SF Artist

    Thank you both.
     
  13. MoAnamCara

    MoAnamCara SF Artist

    A dark night
    With dark thoughts.
    Images and memories
    Of times past.

    My heart aches,
    My body too.
    For those recollections
    Bring me back to you.

    I wish I could forget,
    I hoped that I would.
    That time keeps replaying
    Like a painful vignette.

    I feel defeated
    Yet again.
    Why try and try
    When I always return to this pain?

    Outside the Leonids
    Brighten the night sky.
    Like flickers of hope,
    But which disappear in an instant.
     
  14. MoAnamCara

    MoAnamCara SF Artist

    Life is too short
    To waste on ignorance or hate.

    Life is too short
    To remain in dispair or regret.

    Life is too short
    To bathe in pain or anger.

    Too short, yet long enough.
     
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  15. MoAnamCara

    MoAnamCara SF Artist

    *****
     
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  16. MoAnamCara

    MoAnamCara SF Artist

    Months, weeks, days,
    Hours, minutes, seconds.
    How much time do we have left?

    Wondering, pensive,
    Pondering, puzzling.
    Isn't it a waste of our time?

    Sadness, dejection,
    Depression, distress.
    Aren't I misusing the time we have left?

    Memories, recollections,
    Retrospection, reflections.
    Why do we have to lose our future?

    Scared, panicked,
    Petrified, perturbed.
    How will I watch you die?

    Grieved, disconcerted,
    Disquieted, disturbed.
    How do I carry on?
     
  17. Aquarius123

    Aquarius123 Well-Known Member

    What Is Hope?

    What Is Hope?


    When things go wrong, as they sometime will,
    Optimists hope that they’ll come right again and they do!
    And when times are hard, positive thinkers hope they’ll
    Become easier again, as they invariably do!

    So, what is hope?
    It is not the closing of one’s eyes to
    Difficulties, risks or failures,
    But an inner trusting that:
    If we fail now, we shall not do so forever;
    If we get hurt, we shall be healed;
    If we make mistakes, we shall learn from them
    And be allowed to move on to higher learning.

    Hope is the awareness of our innermost soul that:
    Life is good and the power of love is the most powerful
    Force in the whole of Creation.
    It straightens all crooked corners and, if we but ask,
    Helps us heal everything,
    Even the most difficult situations and relationships.

    Hope is an inner knowing that, in God’s time,
    All things will come right on the Earth plane,
    And that, like actors on the great stage of life,
    In front of a friendly audience of friends and helpers
    From the world of light,
    We shall eventually step in front of the curtain.

    Every participant of the comedy of errors that is this life,
    Eventually must nail the urges of their small self to the
    Cross of consciousness of the Earth.
    At the end of their present lifetime, the wise ones,
    Who willingly submit themselves to Saturn’s demands
    And extend the restraint of self-discipline and self-mastery
    Onto all their relationships, in the form of good and healed ones,
    Shall be presented by life itself with the leaving certificates
    That sets them free from further lessons on the Earth.

    No further returns to the earthly plane will then be required
    And like in earthly school, our teachers – the Angels,
    In due course, move us on to increasingly elevated
    Levels of existence and studies.
    Thus, all human souls in the end take their final bows
    On this side of the veil of consciousness.

    United in friendship and love,
    Smilingly reaching out for each other and, holding hands,
    We enjoy the roar of applause that greets us,
    Though in truth we are much more eager to follow the Angels,
    To see where they may wish to lead us.

    Having surrendered our earthly self to our Highest Self,
    In the shelter of God’s mighty wings, in all Eternity
    We shall in the end serenely venture forth,
    Never to be frightened or feeling lonely again.

    I will abide in Thy tabernacle forever;
    I will make my refuge the shadow of Thy wings.’
    Psalm 61:4

    From ‘Words & Prayers of Comfort & Healing’

    With love and light,
    Aquarius ​
     
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