Hope #35

"The Breath of New Hope" Sri Chinmoy
http://www.toptvbytes.com/index.aspx?pid=10072&SID=40125

Day and night I shall swim In the sweetness – hope – river.
May my mind every morning become
As beautiful as hope – dawn – rays

Peace begins
When expectation ends.

Each sacred hope
Is a blessingful gift
From Heaven’s heart.

Hope abides; therefore I abide.
Countless frustrations have not cowed me.
I am still alive, vibrant with life.
The black cloud will disappear,
The morning sun will appear once again
In all its supernal glory.


This poem is about Hope. In the text, hope is described as more of an object. Quote: "Each sacred hope is a blessingful girf from Heaven's heart." It is also said that because hope does something, that the poet does the same thing. Hope to me is like the wind: you can't see it, but you can feel it. When I feel hopefull, I feel like there are chances for something good to happen. Like when you HOPE to get a good grade, or you HOPE your best friends will stop fighting...You're wishing, praying things will get better and or happen in your favor. This is how I feel about hope.