THE LIGHT THAT LINGERS
HOPE IS THE WHISPER IN THE DARK
THE LIGHT THAT LINGERS
Poetry: HOPE IS THE WHISPER IN THE DARK. <peppermiller3011@gmail.com>
The Light That Lingers
Hope is the whisper in the dark, A flame unbowed, a living spark. It rises where the shadows creep, A guardian when the weary weep.
It takes its root in faith and love, In skies that clear from clouds above, In kindness given, hands held tight, In dawn that follows endless night.
We find it in a child’s bright eyes, In laughter soft, in painted skies, In melodies that lift the soul, In stories where the heroes stroll.
Yet when hope falters, lost at sea, We shrink within, no will to be. The world turns gray, the heart grows cold, The dreams once bright now shorn and old.
We wander blind, we stumble low, With aching hands that cease to grow. The weight of days, the crush of time, Unraveling faith, undoing rhyme.
But even then, when light seems fled, A memory stirs within the head— A fleeting thought, a distant song, A whisper telling us—“Hold on.”
For hope returns, it never dies, Like sun reborn in morning skies. It walks with those who dare believe, Who reach beyond the pains they grieve.
It is the seed, the hand, the voice, The trembling leap, the quiet choice. Without it, minds would cease to dream, And hearts would lose their guiding beam.
So hold it close, let courage swell, For hope endures, and hope will tell— That even when the road is steep, The light still lingers. Hope runs deep.


Truth expressed so beautifully. Thankyou Pepper.
Hope Springs Eternal.
Another Great One❤️❤️❤️❤️