
Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don’t give up.
Anne Lamott

Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don’t give up.
Anne Lamott
This poem was in my memories today so I wanted to repost it 😁
Lend me your hope for awhile,
I seem to have mislaid mine.
Lost and hopeless feelings accompany me daily,
pain and confusion are my companions.
I know not where to turn;
looking ahead to future times
does not bring forth
images of renewed hope.
I see troubled times, pain-filled days,
and more tragedy.
Lend me your hope for awhile,
I seem to have mislaid mine,
Hold my hand and hug me;
listen to all my ramblings,
recovery seems so far distant.
The road to healing
seems like a long and lonely one.
Lend me your hope for awhile,
I seem to have mislaid mine.
Stand by me, offer me your presence,
your heart, and your love.
Acknowledge my pain,
it is so real and ever present.
I am overwhelmed
with sad and conflicting thoughts.
Lend me your hope for awhile;
a time will come when I will heal,
and I will share my renewal,
hope, and love with others.
Author Unknown
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
— Read on www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42889/hope-is-the-thing-with-feathers-314
Love this poem by Emily Dickinson 😊

Via gratitude app
Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace;
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
Grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console;
To be understood, as to understand;
To be loved, as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive,
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
And it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.
Amen.
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