Hope is very powerful. It exists gently, brightly in the distance. I can not reach it physically, nor if I am honest can I see it with my eyes open. I can only feel it with my eyes shut. With them closed it glows in the distance, a beacon that defies. I bask in its distant presence. It is more powerful that others can understand but also more subtle than I can fully comprehend.
As I look with my mind’s eye it is obvious that many obstacles lie in the way. It is possible that in trying to reach this destination I will falter and fall at the feet of fate to let nature take its course. However hope is not something to be ignored. Not in any form; weak; strong; near; far. Real or imagined. It brings life where there is death, it brings love where there is hate.
I will search out this hope. This beacon in the sky of my mind. It is real, at least for me; and what else can I possibly trust. And as I travel, when it is dark I will close my eyes and see its friendly glow. Gentle and warm.
I do not pretend that hope can conquer all. Such a statement would be the poetic lies of a fool. However while it is there I will never be alone and never be without direction. I will never be without hope.