Does hope lie buried in the soil
called physical sense, where—
deep down there, in anguish and despair—
it languishes in hopelessness?
Despair not, but heed the power
of the Christ. Indeed, Christ, Truth,
is ever near, is here,
transforming thought in soaring flight,
drawing all life upward to the light
and might of spiritual sense.
You can put aside the earth-weights
called anguish and despair—
the gloom-and-doom thoughts,
the tempter,
tricking you into believing
the one God isn't there.
Cast aside self-will, self-love
(the hardened outer layer, the shell).
Realize that all things work for good
and all is well.
Let the seed of hope arise and grow
toward the light, and know there is no "time"
(a measurement of nonexistence)
making the claim that "it's too late."
Nothing is beyond the power
of the Word. Haven't you heard?
There is a reason to hope,
and hope is reason.
