“when I see the moon rise in the deep sky, all
large and looming, that is hope
and as the sun is red-setting, throwing its last rays
of God-love over the hills, that is hope
when a ranger sees the homeless man parked in
his illegal overnight spot, and decides not to
disturb his sleep, that is hope
when you hear a dream from a friend of a wall of
steel wrapping your home whilst fire tornadoes
around it, and wake to find yours one of two
homes still standing, that is hope
when a son who has received absolutely every
reason to leave, Will Not Abandon his abusive
elderly mother, that is hope
when the city dims down enough to see the darkness,
lit by a Universe of stars——”
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 5:17 PM UTC
“when I see the moon rise in the deep sky, all
large and looming, that is hope
and as the sun is red-setting, throwing its last rays
of God-love over the hills, that is hope
when a ranger sees the homeless man parked in
his illegal overnight spot, and decides not to
disturb his sleep, that is hope
when you hear a dream from a friend of a wall of
steel wrapping your home whilst fire tornadoes
around it, and wake to find yours one of two
homes still standing, that is hope
when a son who has received absolutely every
reason to leave, Will Not Abandon his abusive
elderly mother, that is hope
when the city dims down enough to see the darkness,
lit by a Universe of stars——”
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