Hope,
Like the sun on the horizon,
The next morning comes.
As I lay my head to rest,
I do so with hope.
Anticipating the sun on the horizon,
As the next morning comes.
I sleep in peace, faithfully trusting,
The next morning to come.
As I raise my head from rest,
I do so in awe and reverence.
Anticipating the sun on the horizon,
The next morning has come.
Hope has come - from a faithful wish to a glimmer, to complete existence.
Will the sun rise tomorrow?
Hope will.
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 4:17 PM UTC
Hope,
Like the sun on the horizon,
The next morning comes.
As I lay my head to rest,
I do so with hope.
Anticipating the sun on the horizon,
As the next morning comes.
I sleep in peace, faithfully trusting,
The next morning to come.
As I raise my head from rest,
I do so in awe and reverence.
Anticipating the sun on the horizon,
The next morning has come.
Hope has come - from a faithful wish to a glimmer, to complete existence.
Will the sun rise tomorrow?
Hope will.
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