The Hope Mantra

On the stubble of scorched dreams
I will not dwell, nor with pining
look at the tombs of lost dreams.

I will not let fear haunt me,
of all that is, could have been,
nor rest on stoops of regret.

Their cobwebs clouding my mind
I clean, expel the past’s shame,
and spruce and heal my future.

Nor rest on yesteryear’s laurels
but be fearless today,
for faith promises me a win.

For today, I will plough and sow,
and in the furrows plant seeds,
for the fragrant tomorrows.

I will stand the wind’s buffets,
for in stone have I set my face,
and my sights on the road I travel.

I will not be drawn to dark places,
but drink deep from wisdom’s fountains,
that mark the milestones of time.

I am girded for success,
for today has promised me much,
I’ve set my hand on the plow.

With verve, I savor each moment,
like a merchant, I look for pearls,
each moment treasures my future.

The future in fragrances arises
as, cool dawn breeze from the east,
so, Faith and Hope inspire my soul.

So I plant the seeds of virtues,
as kindness, kindness yields,
and Love in color blankets fields.

I will not fear, for tomorrow,
for the author has written hope,
and described love in fine detail.

He has redeemed and ransomed me,
before I knew I was lost, he found me,
and hiked me on his shoulders.

I ride on the shoulders of mercy,
in the strength of his compassion,
a sparrow, I rest in his warm comfort.

For who can bend a hair,
of whom The Lord protects?
I lean on his comfort and strength.