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For Mandela
Hope triumphs still.
Even when
sailin’ on thro a fog, he’s the chieftain of his own domain.
He’s
like an athlete stoned on a rush of adrenalin.
Hope’s
endowed with a tendency to reach beyond this terrestrial plane.
Hope ain’t
a reward received when you accomplish your goals;
Hope is
the vibe which drives your goals and keeps the forces of change on their toes;
Channels
all the positive influence at your disposal.
When nightfall
breaches your perimeter,
Hope trundles
on with a fierce urgency.
When
your strength trickles off in days of adversity
Hope triumphs still.
Life’s
support system when the dam breaks;
Hope never
fails.
In the
darkest corner of insensate despair,
Hope is
the voice crying out to deal out repair.
In the
morning light, when terrors from nightmares invade your privacy;
In the
face of impregnable foe when skepticism ruins your fantasy;
Hope says,
“You are going thro so you can come out.
“Here’s
my hand, you can make it if you choose not to stay down.”
Take this
magic and ignite your private lil’ world.
Truth
will come crashing home after you pass thro the eye of the storm.
Hope triumphs still.
When fear
rocks the earth to its very foundations,
You can
count on a hopeful outlook to be your aileron.
Remember
to set your eyes where rut and decay can’t hold a candle to it.
Striving
above your ability means tackling the issue till you achieve.
Be
strong in your heart. Keep your eyes peeled for the light at the end of the
tunnel.
And when
you find it, make a break for it.
Every good
thing will come to you on the threshold of faith. Come fire, come hell.
When life’s
being bitchy grab it by the lapel and say, “I ain’t done with you.”
Then pick
up the pieces, dust off your butt and push on through.
Somebody’s
looking out for you and all he wants is for you to understand
Hope triumphs still.
When opposition
outguns you and you’re stranded without a plan,
Give ‘em
the fight of your life. You’ve been placed there for a reason.
Thrive beyond
your limits; train the heat on adversary thro your mental prism.
Every time
you lift your head from under a burden, it’s a declaration of victory:
Hope triumphs still.
Akpan
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