hope - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Hope is when I realize we can still play to win what's worth having.
That there is a possibility that I could escape this darkness that engulfs me.
And with that, the sun comes out from behind the clouds.
Believe in light,
Believe in friends,
Believe in joy,
Believe in empathy,
Believe in patience,
Believe in perspective,
Believe in love,
For in evolving wisdom,
Lives hope for us all.
The clouds have gathered themselves, calling for each one, overhung in the sky, turning oceans with their dark blue colours... matching the skies, while the sun feels hesitant to appear, she still breaks gently casting her silver rays through the dark clouds... nothing has happened yet... manoeuvring back and forth preparing to start the offensive!
The wind is howling, trying to scatter the clouds, yet they are stuck like soldiers, as each one to falls there is a substitute..........the drums of the war resonate the skies declaring the battle has started... lightning and thunder were the first to strike! Seconds later the rain launched down regiments of droplets on every roof... then started pounding down... battering the panes of each window!
Even the strong oak trees were swaying, tumbling down... puddles started to form... every thing was drenched with water... the roads turned to shallow rivers! The sky is bleak... doomed like no chance for life! Yet there was immense exhilaration... that feeling of it having finished... with every attempt to prolong the war she rose again.....like nothing had ever happened! Seeping her golden strings... slowly... touching the ground gently... helping the grass to stand up ..... warming the shivering trees... caressing the shinning waters... singing with the birds... waving to the flowers... that deluge after the rain has brightened her way through! For the first time in a very long time, we have hope.
At the bottom of the wishing well lie hundreds of pennies, some green with age and others still that shiny brown. Fiona stops to glance down at them through the clear water - each one a heartfelt wish or prayer. Each one represented pain and hope. She dug a hand into her pocket and pulled out a tuppence, the smallest change she had and tossed it in, watching it sink, joining the others. "This is how we are," she mused, "all of us needing hope, even if it's just pennies in a well."
Hope is a bright star in a hopelessly dark universe. Through light years of distance, the brightness fills our inner selves. Hope makes us smile on the inside as well as on the outside. Hope is not just an emotion, it is a promise that smiling and laughter are just around the corner. When the fighter has been laid on the canvas by a well placed right to the jaw, hope is there saying, "Get up. Take a nine count if you must, but be ready to stand, and have the ref dust off your gloves. You're going to win this match." Hope is drawn to the person who sees beyond the present defeat, beyond the moment of being cast down, beyond the loss of the job, and beyond the negative words of hopeless voices. There is that voice from the "bright star" telling us to look beyond the darkness - to the bright light of hope.
Eyota sat, her head slumped into her hands. Her father rested a gentle hand on her shoulder. "What is it my love, what has you so sad today?" She almost cried as she spoke, he pain inside moving like ocean waves just to speak her mind.
"People are bad," she said, "people are bad and our mother Earth is dying." Just to say it out loud let hot tears flood down her face. Her father wrapped her in his arms and let her melt into his form.
"My love, people aren't bad."
"They are! I've seen it on the television! I hear it in the news! "
"Eyota, Eyota, think of the people you actually know. Don't you see the light of the Creator within them?"
"In you, Papa, I see it in you."
"And in you too, Eytota. But His light my love, is in everyone. We come from the Creator, so how can it not be? All people are good, baby girl, they just have to reach inside and find it. Let me tell you the stories of real people I know, let me tell you of how they came through adversity to be so good to their friends, family and often times, strangers." Eyota settled down next to her father. His stories had the truth she needed...
I woke up this morning
Saw a world full of trouble now
Thought, how’d we ever get so far down
How’s it ever gonna turn around
So I turned my eyes to Heaven
I thought, “God, why don’t You do something?”
Well, I just couldn’t bear the thought of
People living in poverty
Children sold into slavery
The thought disgusted me
So, I shook my fist at Heaven
Said, “God, why don’t You do something?”
He said, “I did, I created you”
If not us, then who
If not me and you
Right now, it’s time for us to do something
If not now, then when
Will we see an end
To all this pain
It’s not enough to do nothing
It’s time for us to do something
Jen had been hugged before, but never like this since her mother passed. There was something so warm, something that felt right, smelt right. She let her body sag, her muscles become loose. He gave her the respect of an equal but cradled her like a cherished child. In that embrace she felt her worries loose their keen sting and her optimism raise its head from the dirt. Perhaps the hope had been there all along, but without some love it was trapped, like crystals in a stone. She felt him brush her hair back with his piano player fingers and kiss her gently...
The day my house burnt down I'd been watching TV on the couch with a bag of chips. I don't really recall much else, only that I'd written some shopping list on my hand with a biro. I fell asleep for a while, Columbo always does that. I think it's because he speaks so slowly. I'm not sure where it started, but they think it was in the wiring. I woke up to an inferno. The smoke billowed black across the room, filling my lungs. The coughing was instant as were the tears that washed over my eyes. I suppose the alarms must have been deafening but I don't remember hearing them. The house was reduced to nothing but ashes and charcoal. I stood there on that warm summer evening, shaking, unable to believe what my senses told me was true. My house, my home, gone. Other than the flames and heat, all I recall are the fire crews and the paramedics - they're every bit the heroes you're led to expect. There was nothing left but the plot of land to rebuild from, but you know what they say - where there's life there's hope.
I feel like I am drowning and there is no hope of being saved. The blackness of my memories start to spread through my mind, clouding my thoughts and taking me back to places I never wanted to revisit. I press my palms to my ears trying to block out the screams, but it doesn't work. They only grow louder and louder. I just want them to go away. Is that so much to ask? Just when I think all hope is lost I hear his voice calling my name. It is like a ray of light in the darkness of my past. It guides me back to reality. I feel him take my hands in his, pulling me into his arms like a child. The screams die down, he tells me everything is alright that it is all just a distant memory. I rest my head on his chest. He is my anchor, he gives me hope when the darkness creeps in
Doubt suddenly shoots through him like a piercing arrow destroying resistance. Doubt at his existence. Doubt at his journey if it was worth it. Worry grew like a corrupted, malicious and perfidy tree. Its branches twisted. But, seeds of hope wormed into the ground and no matter how large and terrifying the darkness was, it endured like a small pebble to last infinitely and yet grow and grow allowing them to get up in the morning for hope is what gets you out of bed. Yet, another voice speaks is hope just a illusion which we accomplish yet is unreachable and impossible bringing a dark ending? Is it to fool the mind and defy logic which will come at a dark penance. Such is doubt. What is hope?
But what if everyone chose “option B,” to stand up for what they know is right - to treat all life as sacred, respect the goodness in other cultures, buy nothing we don't really need, choose products with the lowest environmental impact on our planet, insist on ethical farming only, insist our farming feeds everyone nourishing food, buy the most ethical clothing you can afford, refuse to let the whole world burn so corporations and bankers can get rich.
We know bankers literally invent money for us to owe them, so why isn’t it legally mandated that all of the profits are spent in ways that benefit everyone - in renewable energy sources, public health care, education and public housing? Why do private companies get to invent money and keep the profits for themselves while we slave for it? It’s not their money, it comes from our labour, so the profits must benefit us all. Or are you still asleep? Are you only visiting me in your dreams? The thing is, right now, option B won’t cost you your life. It won’t cost you anything at all, it will literally give you the Earth, Our Earth, safe for us and our kids, our grandkids.
Option B means buying as much as possible from local and ethical sources. It means banking with an ethical co-op. It means going as close as you can to zero waste. It means supporting banking reform despite the scare tactics about “ruining” the economy. If banks turn all profits back to the communities they operate in, our local economies will boom. It means learning to see the mental shackles that bind you and that they are more insidious than iron cuffs and links of iron. The only links of iron we need are those of love between one another and to the gentle and loving Creator. There is nothing to fear and everything to gain, please open your eyes.
Found in Are you awake yet? - first draft, authored by .
One day a nascent sunlight will caress your skin, baring promises of new dawn...a new hope of beginning. You will entomb all your haunted memories of him in a thick wall of ice. Then, close your hazel eyes and take a deep breath of dewy air. Steel yourself to only think about your future their on. With each stride your mind will be more clear, in command of your own body and soul. Your are a strong girl who will walk into your own destiny, the one that will lay squarely in your own hands.
It is hard today, isn’t it? I mean with your troubles and struggles? Sometimes they happen because life is messy, and mistakes abound. Because of struggles, one’s views of the present as well as bygone days are sometimes colored red with excitement. At times, we return to relive those moments. We learn that our present becomes obsolete quickly. What is now timely slips away, and disappears as quickly as the morning dew. That era ends with another starting. However, if one struggles long enough, he/she understands that what is experienced today is set to become a “bleep” on the screen of history. Fashions change, and leaders rise and fall, and “now” is already churning into “way back when.” We just may discover with delight that our winning over our troubles and struggles are our greatest treasures.
Hope is alive; negative emotions are a dime a dozen. They're cheap, really cheap. They land on top of our brains like windy raindrops, covering the cells, penetrating to the innermost part, drowning out the area where love lives. They produce scenarios of distrust, disdain, and disaster. The negative emotions flood us with lie after lie. The only cure that really works is, “Hold on until the warmth and the Light returns.” Hope is alive, it just needs time to surface.
Hope is in the way you smile, in the way you are quiet when you reach out with your eyes. It when you pause, gathering strength to make a better choice, to breathe and let love have a moment to guide you. Hope is in that soft shrug of yours, the playfulness that lets me know you actually believe in yourself after all. It's in the way you walk, more confident than before, holding your head a little higher. Every time you reach for the sun, you are part of the hope for us all, a precious part of life on Earth.