hope poems

Integral

He’s made more money
Than he ever thought
Possible, built an
Empire that keeps
Growing at an outstanding
Pace, year after year,
The clear leader in
His field. He’s asked
To speak to business
Groups all over the world
And is always amazed at
The hush that falls over
The room when he describes
How well he pays his
Employees and how integral
They are to his success.

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Impress

A small stream gurgled through
A verdant meadow under the
Content gaze of a cerulean sky.

A small boy played an improvised
Game alongside the rivulet,
Giggling with unselfconscious glee.

A small mind polluted the water to
Feed his desolation and impress his
Name upon another public building.

His Business

He owns a thriving company
Which affords him a lifestyle
He never could have imagined
As a child, no one in his family
Had succeeded like this before.

When he attends meetings with
Fellow business owners he
Often overhears conversations
About cutting employee pay,
Hours, benefits, training.

He emphatically disagrees
With this cold approach,
Opting instead to treat his
Workers as part of the family,
People to be esteemed.

His business is one of
Caring and kindness,
Where people are valued.
Sure, he makes money,
But not at someone’s expense.

Wholeheartedly

This morning
He woke up and
Resolved to
Give away a
Large part of
His fortune to
People who
Have not had the sun
Shine on them
In the same way
It has on him
And who are where they are
But for chance,
An act of kindness
Offered wholeheartedly
To fellow human beings.

A New Path

A certain kind
Of pressured energy,
Dissatisfied agitation,
Surety of conviction.

Something didn’t go right,
Perhaps terribly wrong,
At some point,
The marks still evident.

A closing of the mind
To beauty, possibility,
Hope eclipsed by
Grim determination.

A fresh perspective,
Transcending discontent,
Revealing a new path
To compassion.

Alluring

A sudden rush of
Self-inflicted everything,
Unstoppable motion initiated
By the realization that
We’re at the point where
Change is welcome and adventure
Alluring, the hum of possibility,
New experiences to become
Part of our story.

Primordial Place

A cool mist brings
Down the temperature,
Filling each breath
With refreshing moisture
As we walk on the
Green, saturated earth
In what feels like a
Hidden, primordial place,
Far away from civilization.

Continuing the Conversation

We talk with each other,
Interested in what’s going on,
Sharing stories about everything,
Our deepest hopes and worries,
A natural ebb and flow,
Unedited, uninterrupted, easy.
Exciting ideas appear,
Old ones modified or left behind,
New branches, leaves, flowers emerge,
Our dreams taking hold,
Continuing the conversation.

Trait

The impulse to
Help someone in need,
To assist a fellow
Human being who is suffering,
A trait we all possess
In our hearts because we know
Deep inside that we
Might be there too but
For fickle chance.
The ability to feel
Someone else’s pain
And respond with kindness
Is in every one of us.