This is a poem, titled “Hope,” that I wrote several years ago:
Out walking, I met Hope yesterday.
Its eye twinkled in the light.
Very little did it have to say,
But it told me to fight.
“Fight for what?” I inquired.
“Fight for freedom, for love,”
It replied, “Fight for the desired
And all good things from above.”
I have been trying over the past year to awaken my creative side. My hope is to water and weed the garden that is my mind and spirit.
I will leave you with this verse:
“But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord,
whose confidence is in him.
They will be like a tree planted by the water
that sends out its roots by the stream.
It does not fear when heat comes;
its leaves are always green.
It has no worries in a year of drought
and never fails to bear fruit.”