90 results for 'hope'
She called him and said “Be always there”…and he did not understan why she said this. He lived at the surface of his emotion, but beneath the surface, surprisingly, he with acquiescence in its inquisitive mode permitted a thought to be there. But "why does he need to be there?", he asked himself.
The chaotic life in its own way stifles the tender heart and he knew that the denial is the only way to avoid unjust trampling of the heart later. She called him again and said “Be always there” He wondered again, "where does he have to be and why? What is it that she is referring to?"... (more)
There will be days like this My Mama said...Days when everything you pick up knocks you back down.When comforts are empty and the world is noise.When the world is screaming and you still are deaf to it's meaningThe meaning being ONLY what they comprehend it to be.I will turn my face to the lightGo within and find a chalice of serenityWhich has been implanted in my soulFrom years and being branded by theFires of life's perplexities. There is still goodness in this worldthat even a river of tears cannever wash away.That the armies of adversity canNever destroy unlesswe choose to let them.On... (more)
...some stamina on our part to comprehend and follow . . . and well . . . we're just so danged worn out from trying to figure it all out. The scenic rout gets a little tiresome when the desired destination remains so remote. It's fine to struggle, and you're told you'll be blessed through it, but hope becomes a bit tattered if flailing is a way of life.
I think it's interesting that we've developed cars with airbags all around, cameras in the back to keep us from running over someone, brakes that think, steering that almost does its thing without a driver on board, dashboards that warn ... (more)
...strange star floating along defunct satellites, rockets and pieces of dismantled spacecrafts. Nothing I could do! Right?
In spite of everything, I’m still optimistic. I am! After all, the waste is out there, and who knows… perhaps, one day my earring will rain down on me? Oh I so hope so!
I just don’t want magic to ever end… and who would? This dense buzz following us around; this sort of tickle in our being; this delightful enchantment of seeing what others can’t see and feel, and just because we were gifted with a child’s eye; feel and perceived our world... (more)
Compulsion is not a bad word, rather over a time it is very liberally used as synonym to limitation. Compulsion as I read, is a very passionate need, it articulate our thoughts which in turn motivates us. The myriad setbacks in life cannot be potent enough, to subvert the instinctive feelings of love. To extricate from the arduous trail of debacles, one needs to liberate the mind from the shackles of stifling customs and belief.
Liberation is an elemental core of our existence. Always question the validity of tortuous happening and remember that no question ever chokes; it facilitates... (more)
...our own family members butit is in these momentswhen the World Headlinesseem darkweight of sadness and sufferingworn around our neckslike a baby elephantraised in servitude and bondageforgive usfor not breaking the chainswhich no longer serveour highest goodor empower our communities
Hope is still written in every star
lit up byrandom acts of kindnessempowering words spokendeed of every heroknown or unknownstanding to make a positive change in the worldlargest or smallest of waysWe bare witness to the Light of LoveI invoke Divine Grace into the wounded hearts of the... (more)
IN THE WINGS OF HOPE
Suspended about all things
Turning spinning whirling
In wings of angels in clouds so white imagination ignite
The breadth of view; words beyond describe,
Glimmering stars in hair strung
Moon dust in eyelashes glimmer
In reverie warp, to find liberation from limits
Rising above blunder
From the River of Existential Despair
(Hanging from my fingernails)
Striding the edge of Ceres
From Despair to Hope
In distant galaxies... (more)
...go out to the garden when is this cold and gloomy; but today I really needed to see him. So I went out to find him.
A little idea kept tugging at my heart strings as I was strolling around the garden—so disheveled and lonesome during this time of year. How could I let faith and hope put that spark back into my life? A little bit of that whimsy and magic?
It was then that I spotted the old stone I’d brought home with me a couple of summers ago from one of our summer outings. Such a heavy stone this was; and so uprooted to the ground, we almost gave up. I’m glad ... (more)
"Hello…is anyone here?” he calls loudly. No one answers but dust settles to score to establish place for existence. Acoustic display of his own feet marginalizes his call. No one has come here for long but he asks himself, why that door is left open. He was asked to come and he is here. The pretending silence at times, intends reasons to explore and he climbs up the stair. At the mezzanine floor he finds a door, half open. Reluctantly he pushes the door and the door opens with a slight squeak; he calls “Is anyone here?” Again, no one answers. He feels as if the house and things are lying there,... (more)
The palpable reason awakens her to know that her solitude in solitary confinement will not fetch her desired happiness. She looks at the people rejoicing and while awakening to the fact, she still refuses to enliven the life and embraces the forlorn desire within her fold. She insulates herself. She pretends with smile. Every day she pretends. She coolly walks into the celebration of others; holding beneath the smile, the dormant sediments of life, which are simmering. She too wishes to hold somebody’s hand but she never. She knows that, she is keenly watched and she refuses to yield to the... (more)