Hope is like a diaphanous cloud,
pure against the blue of infinite possibility,
yet, so fine an interlude between
our wants and reality,
stretched to breaking point
amid our yearning hearts plea.
But without it we are lost,
the last hold on a would be loss,
and that one glimmer
gives us heart to carry on,
to know we can prevail,
attest wind in our sails.
Open to change we create a likely path,
the aftermath of failure, rejected,
instead a steadfast belief
that transformation is our savior,
and in that openness change does seek a path,
and our hopes yearn for manifestation.
As flimsy as it often seems,
hope is founded in our ability
to be open to change, and in our acceptance,
paths present themselves,
where hope stirs from its slumber
and clarity finds reality.
Hope then becomes real,
not some desperate attempt at placation,
but a true force to realization,
our wishes closer, our hearts open
we begin to envisage success,
and for that, success opens its doors.
Hope is but a wish unfulfilled,
a thought instilled in our hearts
to change our ways and on a summers day
to heal a void, a need we believe
will make life better
and through change deliver us.
When the world gets tough,
hope can see us through,
give us a hold on possibility,
all we need to believe in miracles
where anything is possible
and the world can be exactly how we wish.
Never relent on hope,
for it is at the edge of abyss,
a step in the right direction from our woes,
and we know it gives us strength
to believe there is far more to see,
when we hold onto its possibility.
Tony DeLorger © 2018