When you are at the place where hope
feels like only a word -
an old, tired, broken one -
I pray that a new wonder finds you.
It may bring you home
to the place where hope
is more deep, and more bright,
more real, and more lasting,
than the darkness and despair
which pretend eternality.
I want to be like hope:
gentle, and quiet, and humble -
but also bold, strong, and real -
weathered, and enduring,
blooming in the darkest places;
more than a word,
to all who seek it.
About the Creator
Gabriel Huizenga
Twas for love of words that I first joined this site:
Poetry, essays, and dear short stories too;
For to live one's best is to read, and to write!
So find me in words here, and I'll find you 💙
Thanks for stopping by! :)
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Comments (2)
I love this thought and description
This is beautiful