Giving Up All Hope

 

…for a better past?

 

 

I know no way of judging the future but by the past.

The future belongs to those who have reason to hope,

those who have been able to hope through all their pasts

and thus are in the present, which is the past’s future,

simply because their hope has not failed them.

If life grows inhospitable toward my presence,

it is above all because I have lost my sense of hope

somewhere in my past…

 

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On a lighter note…

 

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Whether we’re wishing for silver or gold

or the newest gadget that’s remote-controlled

Though requests include music, a book or cologne

we really want hope in the wrapped unbeknown

For hope can come in a million small ways

in as many disguises as the gifts it portrays

Don’t add up the worth of the gifts ‘neath your tree

but count all the hope in the giving you see

Each hand that has stuck miles of sellotape

to wrap an unwrappable gift of strange shape

Each finger that merr’ly tied ribbons ‘to knots

Each gift that embodies all your I-never-‘want-nots’

Each witnessing eye and each ear that awaits

Your “ooh” and “aah” which clearly translates…

to:

“what IS it??” 😆  

“you shouldn’t have…” 😕

“you didn’t!” 😯

“i love it!!” 🙄

“just what I always wanted!” 👿

“thank you” 😉

Whichever, whatever – may each gift under your tree

serve as a reminder, that HOPE is for free.

 

 

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On Heaven & Hope

They share the same initials

They weren’t in my past

but they entered my life together

all skillfully wrapped up and

presented in magnificently crafted human form.

Together they represent my greatest gift ever:

“H³”

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