Runaway Hope




I can't say I can relate to ever feeling so low as to have no shred, no hope of life.. thank goodness. I think that hope can be a strange thing. It seems to appear at the beckon of our soul, and not the beckon of our 'self', and when we understand that, is when we learn how powerless we really are over life itself. Because our essence is that of love...something so wondrously intangible, and forever misunderstood in it's glory, we are only truly "alive" when within its spirit. Our bodies may walk, talk, breathe, and think, but without living in the spirit of love and it's heavenly virtues, we are, in fact, dead.



Hope. A virtue of love. It is there, because love is there. But it sometimes can take long winter's naps.... waiting for "Santa" to come... and Santa is not real in the earthly world, but in only the imagination....although I am sure Santa is made of love... ;-)








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Poetic_Eyes's picture


hi. this was an interesting read. you never know how much Faith, Hope, Love, Strength you have until you're being tested to give up or fight back. If you value your life enough and you should you should do what you can to survive. I turn to God, my son, and poetry. I try to think of what I'm grateful for when things are going wrong and it helps me move along. We all need to think about what blessings we have, what we're grateful, what makes us feel better, and positive ways to deal with emotions, stress, etc. 

SSmoothie's picture

Again some very wise words

Again some very wise words worth reading for all! 

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am