One of the many things that fill me with wonder and hope is light.
Darkness cannot overcome light, even the smallest flame from a candle is more powerful than the darkest of nights.
Quietly, like a thief in the night
despair and hopelessness
steals our hope, steals our light.
The question "why" hovers like a bird of prey
circling our consciousness, tempting our matter grey
to seek for easy answers, someone that we can blame.
Why is there so much suffering, why is there so much pain,
why is there so much poverty, so many being slain?
Why is your life so easy, but mine so hard
why do you get access, while I am being barred?
Like claws, the many questions "why?"
cut out hearts and make us cry;
is this the way it has to be, then why me, why me?
Innocent or guilty, fettered or free,
this we have in common; to choose hope in what can be.
Despair says: it's not possible
Hope says: why not?
Despair says: it's useless
Hope says: it's not.
Despair says: Hope's an illusion
Hope says: Hope's a solution
Despair says: Change is impossible
Hope says: All things are possible
Despair says: Love is weakness
Hope says: Love is kindness
Despair says: Love is chemistry
Hope says: Love is unity
Despair says: Life is suffering
Hope says: Life is discovering
Despair says: Life is loneliness
Hope says: Life is boundless
Despair says: Hope is wishful thinking
Hope says: Despair is hopelessness thinking
Despair says: There is no light at the end of the tunnel
Hope says: There is always light, albeit ever so subtle
This is where despair ends; now.
This is where hope begins; now.
(Citizen X)
“There is a crack in everything.
That's how the light gets in.” (Leonard Cohen)
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