Caroline Nderitu


For Hope We Live


Why does the sun rise
Why do we get up every morning
Why is there breath in our lungs
Why are we here
Hope
For hope we live

Not because the grass
Is green beneath our feet
Not because the skies
Are calm above our heads
Not because the wind
Is cool and the breeze calm on our sides
But for hope we live

Not because mangoes hang ripe
Up on the tree
But because there is seed in the ground
There will be a harvest
Not because the well is wet
But because the clouds are gathering
And there will be rain
And rivers will flow
Rivers of joy, rivers of peace,
Rivers of life
Hope
For hope we live

Hope is a sparkle in our eye
Hope is a twinkle in our smile
Hope is a glow on our brow
Joy in our feet
Art in our hearts
Music in our laughter
For hope we live

Why does a baby crawl
Why does a widow hum
Why does a fisherman
Cast his net upon the bare ocean
Why does a builder place
Brick on brick on brick
Hope
For hope we live

Not because yesterday was fresh
Not because today is full
But because tomorrow is fertile
Hope
For hope we live

Whatever else we lose
We never lose hope
As long as we have hope
We have something

And hope does not let us down

Hope
For hope we live

Submitted: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I had always wanted to have a child. Even when I was a child.

Then one day, based on a condition I had been living with, my doctor gave it to me plain and simple, 'You will never be able to bear children! ' My life was over. At 25. I lost the will to live. My life was over just thinking: I will never have a family. I am doomed to walk the earth alone and lonely. The one thing that I was living for and had been looking forward to was to hold my baby in my arms one day. 'There was nothing to live for then? ' I responded. He then looked right into my eyes and declared, 'Hope. For hope we live.' 'Hope for what? ' I persisted. My doctor remained calm, 'We don't know. That's why we call it 'Hope' '

Consequently, right there in his office, I wrote the first stanza.
It has been over a dozen years now. Still no child of my own, but I did get a family.

What is more, I have performed this poem to inspire others in over 500 venues in about 15 countries, and counting...

As long as we have hope, we have something!

Comments about this poem (For Hope We Live by Caroline Nderitu )

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  • Charity Nduhiu (7/23/2014 12:54:00 AM)

    Such a touching poem it is true with hope you have something one day it will be hopeful. I like it good work (Report) Reply

  • Donald Kuutsi (9/18/2013 7:48:00 PM)

    in valor they is hope, we might not know how certain will it be tomorrow...what hold our future, But some one holds it....l m so inspired by your poem xnks for sharing us your story caro...nice poem too..u have the vibe... (Report) Reply

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