Short Stories: John finds hope in the street

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John had a dream that he was walking along the street in front of his house. He walked down to the roundabout, down the street a bit, where there was some long grass, uncut, and shabby. John saw something that was reflecting the sun in the grass. He walked off of the concrete footpath to pick it up. It was a laminated card with a picture of Jesus on one side of it. John turned it over and he read what it said then on the reverse side of the card. It said, "Hope is eternal". John thought about this message all the way home. When he got home, he was inspired to write this short poem from his thoughts. Poetry: Hope is eternally alive in love Hope is eternal openness, not being suppressed. We feel blessed by hope, if we let love coalesce. Hope removes us from life's mess, but not to rest. Just to realise that all is for the best, in our quest. Love's zest caresses you, its guest, in God's nest. When you allow faith to create hope, you cope with life, loving it as it is. God is not so much in control, as he allows you to control life, for him, when you live from his truth in hope. Hope is the light in the darkness now addressed. Nothing prevents its rising from love, I suggest. Stress, I guess comes from our not trusting God. Put all of your faith and hope and trust in him, and you will find that your future is never glim.