I decided to write a little poem for National Poetry Month.
The dictionary definiton of hope is: to cherish a desire with anticipation : to want something to happen or be true.
Most of us are hoping for something, right?
Hope is there
Hope is here
Hope is for me
Hope is for you
Hope is for:
the confident one
the one who has been found
the one who is waiting
the one who cares too much
the one who cares too little
The search for hope will go on and on
When hope is found will we : keep seeking? be satisfied?
How will one know if the hope found is the right hope?
Is there a right hope? A wrong hope?
What are you hoping for?