Matters not how the package
arrived or how it was planted,
amongst ramshackled cardboard
walls or on linen sheets of a
mansion, hope is within us
Product of poverty, strife the
result of rape and revulsion,
bred of wealth and luxury but
laced with perjury, existence
loveless, hope is within us
Matters not how the package
arrived or how it was planted
for leaders of others or those
who build dreams from abundance
all because hope is within us
© June 2011 Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
Renee, this is really nice and so very true. I have been thinking a lot about some of these issues.
Pamela
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Yes, without hope I believe we are truly nothing and have nothing to hold on to. Dreams, desires would quickly fade without hope which is eternal. When all else fails and is dead and gone, we have to learn to turn to hope.
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very true. without hope life will be a perfect hell.
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I get angry somtimes when hope rears her cheerful face in the mist of a self-indulgent moment of pique. Then have to laugh at my own silliness. Love the image and the poem. Hope comes when we need her most and sometimes in the strangest disguises.
Elizabeth
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