Hope.... Poem by Merlin Mwaura

Hope is that thing we find when we are loved,
when some one cares that we are well,
that we are healthy,
that we are kind.

Hope is the sane intention of friends,
that we do not despair in our adversaties,
that it is not wrong to feel weak at times,
That even the strong hold on to something too

Hope is when we see people believe in us,
that it serves no purpose than sorrow...
to fester and plunder about misery.
That a man can stand and admit defeat.
That he can conquer as well,
as beconquered.

That we can find mysteries...
find some awe that makes us worth living.
Find someone or some truth about all the scatter of life.
What little blunders,
thick or thin,
troublesome and disgusting they may seem.
We are Human, we learn and we walk...
and though we may not be perfect,
there is nothing more generous than in sharing our love.

Beauty is a pleasant thing,
they that apprecaite will hunger not,
after perfections and conformity,
They are like Baobab Trees...
they do not grow in vases.

I know we have dreams,
Some too lofty and ambitious indeed,
but dreams they are, and achieved they are...
when we work or plan to make them real.

I am a Tree of hope...
to my mother and my father....
To a brother, to a nation.
To a lover, an' to the universe
I will make them all proud,
For i do not grow in vases...

I grow in a great span of hill,
where hope is a tender stride to thee.