
FACING THE FUTURE TOGETHER
Hope (4)
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At first hope is the dream of the lost
Searching for land in a landless sea,
Looking at the horizon to see a coast
Heralding that the future is something to be.
Then hope transforms into a beacon of light
Lighting the way for those yet to come,
Guiding the searcher through the darkening night
With a vision of what can be done.
Then hope emerges with a new disguise
Offering optimism and a positive view,
It says all is well and looks with bright eyes
Into the future with a vigor new.
Then hope becomes a feeling that is hard to resist—
It passes from person to person, lifting their mood;
It heals and it eases, ready to assist,
Better than any physical food.
Then hope is active and brings action to play
It’s a goal, aim or target that beckons and shines;
It promises tomorrow will be a better day
That somewhere on Earth there are gentler climes.
Then hope surrenders to a higher plan
Petitioning for help it asks from above;
It brings union and harmony
‘tween the universe and man
And is akin to its sister—love.
In its next incarnation, hope becomes us
We are the future who herald the new:
A new human model is here—without fanfare or fuss
It could be me; it could be you.
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- Joanna Infeld