Hope 

Hope is life blossoming,
it is the world beyond the window
alive in exploding vibrant colors
and it is on aspiring lips of youth
and in the heart which beats fast
with the kiss offered in love’s hope
and in all dreams well dreamt. 

Inspiration

Between blind hope
and aspiring reason.
Between the evolved conscious
and the feel of the universe.
It blossoms out of the gloom
of anxiety into flowering white
of creativeness and is the difference
between a calculated life and
something infinitely grand. 

Perseverance

It is the overcoming of life,
it is taking the next steps
despite the world, and yet in
concert with the world.
It favors those who prepare
and those who allow the birth
of inspiration and is the
difference between dreams
forgotten and those lived.

Wisdom

Is life learning, it is listening
closely, discerning truths
from mysteries, reason from
un-inspired hopes, knowing
the difference between
stubbornness and perseverance.
It is the path from hope to
life’s realized dreams and
It is available to everyone.

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From Poetry Foundation a Poem By Donald Hall that is so very inspiring…

Ox-Cart Man 

by Donald Hall

In October of the year,
he counts potatoes dug from the brown field, 
counting the seed, counting 
the cellar’s portion out,
and bags the rest on the cart’s floor.

He packs wool sheared in April, honey
in combs, linen, leather
tanned from deerhide,
and vinegar in a barrel
hooped by hand at the forge’s fire.

He walks by his ox’s head, ten days
to Portsmouth Market, and sells potatoes,
and the bag that carried potatoes,
flaxseed, birch brooms, maple sugar, goose  
feathers, yarn.

When the cart is empty he sells the cart. 
When the cart is sold he sells the ox,
harness and yoke, and walks
home, his pockets heavy
with the year’s coin for salt and taxes,

and at home by fire’s light in November cold
stitches new harness
for next year’s ox in the barn,
and carves the yoke, and saws planks
building the cart again.

Soldier, what will break your fall?
Nothing, sir, nothing at all.

Why do you stand, gun in hand?
Orders given, to be here and stand.

Soldier would you fire on all of us?
If ordered, it appears that I must.

Would you interfere with polling?
If elections are threaten to be stollen.

But you must know you are a tool?
Yes, sir, but I serve those who rule.

But you won’t always be a soldier.
This is true, I’ll be like you when older.

Then soldier what will break your fall?
Nothing, sir, nothing at all

I know this seems cynical, but I imagine the use of troops to interfere with our democracy, and pray they are not put in such situations for there is no end to how far they and we could fall. 

The storm waves are brewing,
dangerous ideas have been stewing.
The barriers and guide-rails fail,
war and conflict is up for sale.

Who,  of you, will buy into this,
and risk the churning sea mist?
Will you even feel a pulling rip-tide
taking you deeper, for a deadly ride?

You see the red flags flying
You know people are dying,
and there’s no rescue if you go,
there’s only the abyss below.

An unthinking herd wades right in
following the powerful once again
into these stormy seas of hate
and on toward hell’s fiery gate.

Turn back before it’s too late!

Its great to make plans
to have a purpose and direction
but life happens, and the world
doesn’t cooperate as it should.

The nest is knocked to the ground
by an angry wind, the web is
destroyed by an unruly critter
the meadow is covered by early snow.

Life takes turns, and troubles
arise, and yet we rebuild, we
replan, we move forward, for
direction is its own purpose.

We are who we are because
of the adaptability bred into
us and the intellect we value
and continually evolve.

So plan with the angry wind
in mind, the unruly critter
possible and the prospect
of early snow

and continue to evolve
and learn.

We have no idea what the future may hold
we tell ourselves, in an attempt to be bold.

A way to avoid thinking it all through
and acknowledging what we know is true.

The future is no ninja in the night
It tells us over and over what’s right.

Just look to the past as a prologue
in order to see through the fog.

The fog we claim as our own is easier
than clarity of the image in the mirror.

We can say the future is unknown
but true intents have long been shown.

It’s no ninja in the night, it is right here
in broad daylight transparent and clear.

Ignorance is no excuse, we know who we are,
choose to fight, or meekly wear a yellow star.

Wakeup, the future is abundantly clear
and the danger very present and near.

Fascinating, hypnotic and yet elemental
it plays for you even if your attention fails
it is water and stone just as earthly as it is alien
it is constant motion and flow, gravity and power,
simple and complex with curves of origin and movement.

It is black as obsidian, and clear as cool streams
It plays to your life rhythms and conscious dreams
It plays to your peace and your connection to the world
It is quiet and yet it must be heard, for it is elemental
let it be part of you, and you are part of it and everything.

Fountain Magic

No matter how beautiful
a single flower, it needs
others to make a bouquet.

No matter how magnificent
a stallion, it needs
others to make a herd.

No matter how industrious
a builder, they need
others to build a home.

No matter how learned
a student, they need
others to advance knowledge.

No matter how strong
a soul can be, they need
others to make a family.

No matter how we might
feel alone, we are not and
with others, we are humanity.

Calmness

Reflecting the morning light
the surface like a mirror of
all that surrounds.

The stillness is a mirage
of calmness, the surface
belies what is beneath.

Watch for a while and
see, the ripples and
waves of turmoil below.

There is something more
to life within this calmness
and it is just underneath.

Held there by surface
tension which appears
to us as serenity.

There is nothing calm
about this, and it’s right there
if you have eyes to see.

Sit still for a moment, and do
nothing.  It is difficult
but feel. Feel your life’s
energy wanting to run!

Change, movement, energy, life
experience, growth, transitions,
learn, lessons become wisdom,
constant change, more action,
life vibrant in youth, and young
you is alive in you, as is love!

Change and movement is life.
God is life revealing herself
in love, growth and wisdom,
and ever-lasting life energy!

Is like Haiku
few words with grand sky
just me and you. 

Is like a sonnet with rhythm and rhyme 
and beautiful sunsets revealed in time

In couplets of perfect harmony
letting each other know who we’ll be

Is like a free verse with no sense
no rhyme, just flowing feelings
of fear, of pride, of hidden
reason, and silly distractions
and experiences all not alike. 

I see not as words on a page
not as a novel to be read
Nor as poetry to be felt 

But something more ethereal 
something with tentacles touching
the universe, touching all of us

If we only had the words.