Such a vast expanse, this ravine of despair, its steep slick walls sporting vertical fractures that taunt
as toe holds, those attempting to escape this hopeless valley.
The dark river of depression snakes aimlessly along the canyon floor, its deep waters carrying many struggling souls away to the Gulf of the Forgotten. Having resigned from their true identity,
they bend toward the ultimate hopelessness, lonely abandonment.
But for some who, in this place, look deeply within themselves, touching hope they slight the snares of this valley.
Hope! Yes Hope!
That eternally optimistic promise from the one who values those mining for it.
This hope of fullfillment that springs forth from within dries up slippery walls, offering valuable traction away from dismal flow.
This undefeatable appetite for purpose is deeper than any valley,
wider than any river and can dispell despair with one believing phrase.
Hope states "I am not alone in purpose!"
and declares "I am known as one of value!"
The bridge of hope spans caverns,
the tower of hope sees great opportunities,
the ship of hope confidently rides the waves of turmoil knowing success awaits!
Hope has no class or social preferences.
Hope makes no demands in itself.
Hope is it's own reward!
Oh to rest in the eternal hope that will not fail!
Copyright © Jack Eldridge | Year Posted 2019