Hope begs on the street corner of life,
Beckoning,
For the smallest ear to hear a soul crying mutely in the depths of this vicious world.
Passerby’s thoughts linger ahead with mitigating material purposes,
Bent away from helping one whose story will run from the pages of this time,
Forgotten one step further with each lost stare.
Your eyes may rise upon the dawn of this faith,
Catching small droplets of love upon the face of the direly needy,
Grasping at the smile given so freely with the added benefits of sustenance from coin,
But this story continues on long after your heart, soul, mind, ego are quenched.
Imagine your place in this heart of Hope,
Gathering about the brighter side of believing to abound in Love
Or sulking about in a selfish worship of reality YOU!
Choices bring about these precognitive decisions made immediately with hateful regard.
Could this crook in the road bring about false lives conceived in the storybook of your soul?