Insanity called hope.
Moving forward
Ever onwards
Fearful heart
Eyes wide
Step by step
Endlessly in front
Skips a beat
Tears glisten within
Not going to stop
Do not turn back
Blood pulses through wounds
Tracks laid down cheeks
Have a place called home
Will reach it some day
Each drop shed not important
Long as it leads the way
There can be no true despair without hope. –Bane, The Dark Knight Rises
You cannot know
The sweet
Without the bitter
The joy
Without the sorrow
The love
Without the hate
The hope
Without the despair
For without comparison
You cannot
Truly know
But…
What will you do
With what you know?
How can you
Help another
Without knowing
What it is
To be low
To be lost
To be full
Of despair
How can you
Aid another
Mend their hearts
Their minds
Their bodies
Their souls
Save knowing
What it is
To feel it
Yourself?
There is One
Who knows
The feel
Of pain
Despair
Sorrow
Agony
Of every stripe
He knows how
To heal
To save
To not only
Give hope
But to be
HOPE
This movie gave me all kinds of quotes that set off ideas.
That was the thing about hope, he supposed; you hoped that the things you dreaded weren’t true. –unknown
I was going to use this quote as an idea for a story, it’s from something I read a bit ago and then found again, waiting, in my files for further inspiration. The thing is, it’s an awesome quote that needs to be shared just as it is. So here it is.
Check out the original One-Liner Wednesday. (Will update link when able.)
Don’t let life defeat you
Don’t let it win
Don’t let it push you down
Don’t you dare give in
Despair will lure you in
Make you want to rest
Telling you there’s nothing left
So why not let go, it’s best
Convince you that hope’s a lie
Not to be listened to
That it will trick you, think you can fly
Only to drop you in a lake
But that’s just not true
No, not true at all
Hope is more than morning dew
Waiting melt away it all
Hope is the light that never goes out
That holds your hand
And leads you about
Through the darkness throughout the land
So don’t you dare
Don’t you dare give in
Don’t let Despair take you
Don’t you dare let the darkness win
‘…as though he held out little hope for a change.’
But he still held even that little sliver of hope and though despair clouded his mind, his heart knew, in one little corner, that it wasn’t the end.
Of course it was going to take an awful lot of work to get that little bit of embryonic hope to grow into something more substantial, but everyone’s got to start somewhere.
Worship
What does it mean?
Does it change from time to time?
To pray
To sing
To do everything
Reverent honor
Homage paid to the Most High
Title of respect
To each it is different
Moment to moment
Person to person
Personal
Public
Individual versus the crowd
Is it just a moment?
Is it time well spent?
Does it ever have an end?
A breath of silence
A moment of peace
Found within and without
A chapel made of cement
A temple of marble
A forest full of trees
There are too many ways to do it
Tithes and offerings paid on schedule
Time given and service rendered
Faith
Hope
Charity
The greatest of all
Is the last which is first
For charity never faileth
To have charity is to have faith in another
To give charity is to have hope for the future
To be filled with charity is to be filled with the pure love of Christ
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To me, worship is never just a single moment in time, but the continual choice to do good in the world.
This was inspired by the Dungeon Prompt: Take Me To Church.
‘Fear not, I am with thee
Oh be not afraid
For I am thy God
And will still give thee aid
I’ll strengthen thee,
Help thee
And cause thee to stand
Upheld by my righteous omnipotent hand.
–LDS Hymn Book #85 – How Firm A Foundation
I’m human, I fear things and I worry about things a lot.
I worry that the next litter of rabbits will die before they can grow old enough. We’ve already lost 2 of the 3 litters that our rabbits have had.
I worry that the littlest chickies won’t survive as we’ve already lost one of the new six.
I worry that the chickens that are almost full grown will die as we just lost one of them last week due to illness though the rest of the flock are doing well.
I worry that the goats will get loose and I won’t be able to track them down in time to get them to come back.
I worry that the boys will miss their bus to school and I have no other way to get them the twenty miles from our house to the school building.
I worry that my mom will fall over and we will have to wait, at best, almost an hour for an ambulance to arrive.
I worry about people that I don’t see every day or even once a month.
I worry a lot. It’s something that I have struggled with throughout the majority of my adult life.
But one thing that I never fear is that the Lord will not answer my prayers. That He will not send the Comforter to be with me in my time of sorrow when I hold seven little bunnies who didn’t make it through the night. That He won’t prompt a neighbor to randomly drop by when I just need someone to talk to about nothing in particular. That He won’t find some other way to send me the aid I need even if it’s only my cat curling up on me at night and purring me to sleep after several sleepless hours.
I don’t fear His abandonment and so long as He walks with me then I know that I will not fall. Or if I do, He will be there to offer me a hand and pull back onto my feet and into His arms.
This little rant was brought to you by the Dungeon Prompt: Fear, How Do You Use It?
Being the opposite of her husband helped with the prolonged ritual, for him at least. He was greedy and grasping and, above all else, a murderer of the innocence of the world.
She was the very antithesis of this and it had helped him to become more powerful.
Now she was finally able to use such a thing, the different ends of hope and despair in order to fuel her own rituals, small though they would be in order to build up the power stored within her shackles.
“The only way to keep something truly caged is to kill it within its cage.” she whispered in the silence of her own mind, “and it is impossible to kill a phoenix, husband.”
This little snippet is brought to you by the Stream of Consciousness prompt of opposites. I was going to go for a longer post, but I just kind of died at this point.
This is dedicated to those who died in my high school senior year. I was thinking over it and I was reminded of one of the boys who committed suicide that year. He helped me during a time of need when I didn’t even know who he was. I still didn’t really know him when he died, but even then I could feel his loss.
If he could effect someone who he didn’t even really know, I pray that those who were close have found comfort throughout the years.
During the school year of 2005-2006, my high school had five students die. Of those five, two were suicide, two were complications from surgery and one was a heart attack from a boy who had the heart of a 40-year-old at the age of 18. The following year, I have found, a new program was created for my alumni. It was called the Hope Squad and, I hope, is still running today to help the students, the teens, as they work through this part of their lives so that they can continue to the chapters of adulthood.
Solaris looked out over her people. They were happy and thriving, the pains and losses of the war finally starting to be forgotten. It had been a long road for her to walk, for her to watch her people walk, but they were finally starting down a new part of the path.
She did not turn her head to her faithful Guardian who remained standing at her side, rigid, her eyes scanning the room for any threat, perceived or otherwise.
Solaris held in a sigh. Star still had a long way to go to find peace.
If she ever did.
Solaris would not give up hope that such a thing was possible for her oldest friend. If she gave up hope then it would be certain that Star would never find her own inner peace.
Star was annoying like that lately. If it was something that Solaris had given up on then Star would not fight quite so hard for it. It was like the woman had given up on anything that wasn’t already hoped for by someone she deemed worthy of making such decisions.
Unfortunately, Solaris was on top of the Decision Pedestal for the Guardian and the queen couldn’t think of anything that would remove her from this position.
Well, she’d just have to think of something to fix this problem.
Inspired (late, I know) by last week’s Traces Prompt from Olianna.
Breathing In 