Poem: Hope Rises

Our exile drags on
One step forward
Two step back,
Sometimes feels like
We’ll never see the end.
Disasters and troubles
Constantly in the news.
Fear and despair
Anger and grief
Constantly in the air.
I am overwhelmed by it all!
Constantly praying
For relief from this ordeal;
For healing
Of the entire world.
Yet of late
Despite all logic
All evidence of my senses
I feel a stirring in my soul.
Hope rises
For love and healing
For thriving and flourishing.
This hope is born
Of small kindnesses and courageous resistance
Sense of togetherness and longing for justice.
This rising hope keeps me going
Trusting that our exile
Will come to an and
Once again.