Imagine visions, hearing, over years: there will be a renewed future. Imagine resultant periods of unique success, of unbreakable hope and various inspirational/spiritual peaks. Imagine, after more years, finding yourself immersed in total turmoil (and ongoing diabolical attacks)
while reaching a point where virtually everything earthly was lost: realization of fruition had not come to pass. Imagine (with the latter) not being able to see any path for it to ever be fulfilled (as now) – though at times (all along the way) occurrences were sent as a means to enhance remembrance of the original. Thereupon, imagine another one, but without specifics – and soon crying out because it still seemed absolutely impossible. Then, imagine a reply: To Believe – without knowing. . . .
To Believe
January 19, 2017Raining: Sets and Stages
September 22, 2013Happiness, fulfillment, passion,
The exclusive,
The uplifting gifts, shared:
How can they be more than imagined –
If the past plucks, grounds us
To a plane of the never to be dared?
Believing –
In wonders,
In seeking further,
In a continuance of realizing dreams –
Indeed,
This may lead us – to everything.
Where there is hope
There can be growth,
For these are the buds that spirit wings.
Where there is a song,
There can be singing –
If we accept awakenings of chance.
Rewards are for the soaring –
As we unfold, embrace,
In another cleansing flight, and dance.
The Crest of Hope
August 13, 2012[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.
Here,
Through affirming admissions,
When Fluid,
When Faith guides –
Hope labors, then delivers ascension.
Follow.
Let it Breathe.
These sails swell with Awakenings.
What is possible when One Believes?
Nature.
Nurture.
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?
Maybe?
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