The Crest of Hope

[May, 1998]

In nativity,
Hope clings to safety;
Its Lifeline is a chord, bedded and awash by the sea.
Without projection,
A Drifting eludes the tides of uncertainty.
In Creativity,
Hope floats, surfaces –
As Uprising floods draw near.
The womb is abandoned –
As the Creator’s thirst overwhelms fear.
Through affirming admissions,
When Fluid,
When Faith guides –
Hope labors, then delivers ascension.
Let it Breathe.
These sails swell with Awakenings.
What is possible when One Believes?
Horizons rain possibilities.
The cresting waves may set us Free?
If cast aside,
A veiled anchor drags the Radiance
With the depths of dormancy.
To be drenched in the Rapture of Reality –
Or to be dry with bitter complacency.
Another time?
Another life?


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18 Responses to The Crest of Hope

  1. Sharmishtha Basu says:

    beautifully expressed hope. its power is amazing.

  2. SeaClearly says:

    Triumph: Writing On The Wall

    I can hear it
    I can fee it
    And I have no choice – I answer the call
    I can see it
    And I believe it
    There is wisdom in the writing on the wall

    Shout it from the rooftops
    Sing it to the sky
    Stand up for one and one for all
    I feel the tide is turning as I
    Watch the days go down
    I can read the writing on the wall

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  7. SeaClearly says:

    We Must Move:

    We must move from the realm of abstraction and dreams into the physical realm of risk and results. Risk is ultimately a birthing stage, often marked by sweat, blood and tears, along with moments of ecstatic joy. Something tangible becomes visible and begins to breathe. Our creativity finds form and substance. We sound a call for some new initiative and hope others will respond. Some go from gestation to birth with painful contractions, making this a difficult and anxious stage. Some enter this stage triumphant, just glad to be rid of doubt and indecision. For them, risk feels like a long-awaited adventure. Others feel timid and hesitant, afraid to act and yet more afraid to go back.

  8. SeaClearly says:


    There is a trough in waves,
    A low spot
    Where horizon disappears
    And only sky
    And water
    Are our company.

    And there we lose our way
    We rest, knowing the wave will bring us
    To its crest again.

  9. SeaClearly says:

    Hope’s Home:

    Hope’s home is at the innermost point in us, and in all things. It is a quality of aliveness. It does not come at the end, as the feeling that results from a happy outcome. Rather, it lies at the beginning, as a pulse of truth that sends us forth.

  10. SeaClearly says:

    Hopeful Eyes

    Hope looks at all things the way a mother looks at her child, with a passion for the possible. That way of looking is creative. It creates the space in which perfection can unfold. More than that, the eyes of hope look through all imperfections to the heart of all things and find it perfect. The eyes of hope are grateful eyes. Before our eyes learned to look gratefully at the world, we expected to find beauty in good looking things. But grateful eyes expect the surprise of finding beauty in all things.

  11. SeaClearly says:

    Hope Opens

    Hope opens something in the human heart. Like shutters slowly parting to admit a winter dawn, hope permits strands of light to make their way to us, even when we still stand in cold darkness; but hope also reveals a landscape beyond us into which we can live and move and have our being. With hope, closely held interior thoughts are gently turned outward; deep desires, perhaps long hidden in secret corners of our heart, might be lifted up to the light.

  12. SeaClearly says:

    “Life is hard, at times as hard as crucible steel. It has its bleak and difficult moments of drought and its moments of flood…if one will hold on, he will discover that God walks with him….God is able to lift you from the fatigue of despair to the buoyancy of hope, and transform dark and desolate valleys into sunlit fathers of inner peace.” – MLK, Jr.

    The following poetically and spiritually coincides:

    “Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul. If either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas. For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction. Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion; that it may sing; And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may live through its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.” – Kahlil Gibran

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