Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never Is, but always To be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Man never Is, but always To be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
-Alexander Pope,
An Essay on Man, Epistle I, 1733
An Essay on Man, Epistle I, 1733
| My Beautiful Butterflies |
HOPE
Hope pushes through famine, desert, poverty
Hope drives the soul, mind and body...forward
Hope keeps going when everything else and everybody else quits or dies or collapses
Hope springs, flies, jumps, walks and plods and plods
Hope stands in the cage pushing against the door waiting for the chance to break free
Hope knocks at the door, the window, the walls...
Hope persists
Hope lifts
Hope helps
Hope renews
Hope gives vision
Hope revs the motor of our soul
Hope is our ballast and our anchor
Hope kills helplessness
Destroys apathy
Hope weeds the garden of our lives
Pulling out despair, discouragement and bad attitudes
Hope is a balm that
A salve
A healing oil
Poured over our anxious thoughts and rattled brains
Healing our wounds with the truth that it is made from
Blessed Hope
Springs Eternal
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