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I am grateful for radical hope…

Like the kind if have as our nation

faces a cultural devastation…

It involves believing in a future

that is loving and kind and good

even if at this time…it’s a future

that can’t be fully understood

May we be blessed when we find it difficult to cope

as bad as things may seem…

to never give up hope…

Because over the years we’ve learned

those times we think our suffering will never come to an end

that the miracle we are hoping for

is just around the bend.

 We attended the No Kings Rally because

It feels, to us, that our country has lost it’s soul

as every day we are inundated with depressing events

over which we have no control.

Things our government is doing to other human beings

here and around the world…with little concern or penitence.

Things unfolding daily before our eyes…that, to us, 

doesn’t make any sense.

So surrounded by a host of other people (It’s good to know we weren’t alone)

we held our posters up and waved our flags…and made our voices known….

It was a boisterous but non-violent rally…which is what we all preferred…

It’s one way in a free society…to have our voices heard.

The No Kings Rally was our way of saying…we know we are a country in distress

That there are problems here…big problems…that need to be addressed.  

But we feel this heavy-handed dictatorial approach…

without regard for human rights…has led our country astray…

The No Kings Rally was our attempt to let our government know

we think there is a better way.

Before the rally with all the depressing news

We felt our country was on the edge of a slippery downhill slope…

but after seeing the turnout at the No Kings Rally

we were left with a ray of hope.

Hope that all the voices from this rally will be heard…

by powerful women and men

who will join their voices with ours

and together as one country…

we can find our soul again.

In a world with so much evil around us

making many days difficult to cope…

I am grateful that I will never lose 

my ability to hope.

They can try through their hate their prejudice their bigotry

to sow seeds of desperation, sorrow and doubt

but no matter how much water they throw on the fire that is my hope

they shall never put it out

Today I’m grateful for the birds that sing in the morning…

In their own way they help me cope

because as long as I hear birds sining.

I begin the day with hope

With the problems facing us today

problems we can’t ignore…

when things seem their most hopeless…

we need hope…more than we ever have before.

I am not a religious person…I do, however, remember some things the Bible ingrained in me:

So now faith, hope and love abide, these three;

(I like to think this message was handed down from all the Gods above)

reminding everyone on Earth how: the greatest of these is love.

There are those of us who’ve lost faith in this country…who are now feeling bereft…

as we’ve watched faith turn love into hate…hope is all we have left.

With our faith and love in ruins…when we’re finding it difficult to cope….

sometimes, out of the blue, something reminds us….there’s still hope.

Showers were predicted on my walk this morning…but I chose not to complain…

instead…I donned an old raincoat to protect me from the rain.

As I began my walk through the streets…in the darkness…all alone…

I put my hand in the pocket of my raincoat…and found in there…a lucky stone.

Ever since I was a little boy who played with dinosaurs, cars and trucks…

when I found a little white stone on the ground…I’d rub it for good luck.

Over the years…I’ve rubbed a lot of my hopes, wishes and dreams into my lucky stones…

some of these have even come true….

and every now and then…when it came to lucky stones..I’ve even kept a few. 

Discovering a lucky stone in my pocket this morning…

during a time I’m finding it hard to cope….

was a synchronistic (perhaps spiritual) reminder…not to give up hope.

I’m putting my faith into this lucky stone….

hoping love will return…of course…with lucky stones…that’s what I do…

and I’ll keep rubbing it every day…hoping my dream will come true.

Was I meant to find this lucky stone today?

to remind me to keep hoping 

even when hoping seems pointless and small?

I believe so 

because on my walk this morning…

it never rained at all.

A message of hope from Maya Angelou…

I bring to you this day…

She said:

Hope and fear cannot occupy the same space…

So why not invite hope to stay.

If I’m ever filled with dread…feelings of gloom and doom….

I look for new leaves on the trees…and flowers about to bloom.

I greet the stars up in the sky…watch the sun rise on a new day…

I stop and watch baby rabbits in the field as they play.

I listen to the baby birds in their nests…not quite ready to fly free…

I look out on the water and find baby dolphins in the sea.

This time of year in Florida…I like to walk real slow…

and greet the caterpillars and baby lizards everywhere I go.

Why is this important…because in the way it helps me cope.

It reminds me how Mother Nature has not lost her hope.

If she wasn’t filled with hope…if she was filled with gloom and doom

she wouldn’t encourage her trees to grow new leaves…

or invite her flowers to bloom.

She wouldn’t excite the birds to sing…

or inspire the stars to shine up in the sky…

and if Mother Nature places her hope in caterpillars and baby lizards

then, Gook Heavens, so will I.