And fraught with guilt.
But do not fret
Nor be discouraged.
Your plight, your quandaries,
Will be short lived.
They too, will die like frail memories.
For it is hope who rises like the earnest of wind,
Who confounds our despair and surmounts infirmities.
When trouble abounds
It is hope who lifts us, who wills us onward,
Who soars amidst the languishing storm.
In the wake of adversity--
In the course of disorder--
Hope rises as the seagull in the orbit of sky--
Laying away fears,
Once again emboldening, all that we endeavor,
And dare to dream.