Hope

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.