Hope Poem by Alice Anne Gordon

No being of creation
can be your soul's content.
Love and deep relation,
support the self's ascent.
The power to see,
the power to be,
comes from understanding
the role of 'me'.
Microcosmic fates in reality,
Microscopic dents in humanity.
To fail to place the self as first
is letting a poor man die of thirst.
Look then within
without concern,
nurture your nature
with a whole and honest heart.
Fulfil your fated future.
Change, and make a start