Notice of absence from Rev. Lord C.M. Bechard
I may not be around since reality loves to buckle and collapse at the most inconvenient times. I will eventually get back with you, once I conquer whatever is before Me making Me absent. But until then, wish Me luck, for I will need all I may muster.
I may not be around since reality loves to buckle and collapse at the most inconvenient times. I will eventually get back with you, once I conquer whatever is before Me making Me absent. But until then, wish Me luck, for I will need all I may muster.
What is hope but a wager dressed in gold,
A crown for the dreamers, the brave and bold.
We stack our faith on a fragile spin,
And question life when we don’t win.
We call it light, but it burns like need,
A whisper of maybe we let take the lead.
Our hands reach far for a promised design,
Yet the stars stay silent; we call it divine.
Hope is a dealer, slick with charm,
Betting our souls with a trembling arm.
It smiles at loss, it hums at pain,
Still, we ante up again and again.
So what is hope? A glorified goal,
A mirror that flatters the aching soul.
We gamble on outcomes, favor the spin;
And wonder forever why we don’t win.
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Rev. Lord C.M.Bechard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I do believe that hope is considered a Gambler's Folly. Especially if you take no action to secure the outcome you so desire. Wishful thinking at its best.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Such a poetic description of hope I think I have never heard better and it is a fave
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