What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?
I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved.
– Meister Eckhart. Version by Daniel Ladinsky
Hope abides; therefore I abide.
Countless frustrations have not cowed me.
I am still alive, vibrant with life.
The black cloud will disappear,
The morning sun will appear once again
In all its supernal glory.
– Sri Chinmoy
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea,
Yet never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
– Emily Dickinson
Other Poems about hope
- Hope for Him – Kabir
- The Day of Hope– Hafiz
- To Hope – John Keats
- Look to this day– Kalidasa
- Walkers with the Dawn – Langston Hughes
- Poems on Hope – Sri Chinmoy
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