Hope is like a still breeze,
-jESSICA rAILSBACK
It rustles the willow trees.
It contrasts the shadows with bright light.
Come on mighty warrior, raise your sword and fight.
Steady your steps into the unknown.
Look how far a warrior has grown.
Hope can’t be seen or taken from a castle,
But you can see how it moves a small tassel.
With a little hope, the weak become strong.
Pitchforks and torches march to right a wrong.
Hope is compassionate to the worn mind.
It pursues the end of the earth to remind.
Expectedly seeking the light long forgot.
Standing firm amid a dismal plot.
Have courage fellow warrior in the fray.
For you will reap the reward if you stay.
Hope is in the glowing sunrise.
For both give a glimmer in the eyes.
Carry on the task set before you.
Then maybe you will see its fruit someday soon.
Until then, know hope will wait expectantly for tomorrow.
Don’t wait until the end of your sorrow.
To see the light casting across one’s sword.
For then peace may not be found or explored.
How can I find hope? Is it selfish to see yourself as a hero? Some of us find hope by seeing the good that has been done in the past. Looking forward to good things is like a sail on a boat. We need the good stuff on this earth just as much as it needs us to be there to do those good things. Without the hope of something good, the purpose of living disappears.
Renewed Dream 