about hope and faith

1. The sublime, shining star of Hope, so high!
Thyself, I may see, with always a great sigh
Of admiration and wondering at thee,
Wilt thou be at my side? Then, from me,
My desperation,with just a glance –
Getting away, need thy presence!
Strength, Thee representing, for all,
Those who look at you, an expected fall,
Down upon the world hopeless, shining
Yet, at a high height standing;
Bringing Hope near to me, for ‘tis the strong
Stability, in the world of strife to which I belong.
Ah, deep depths and even high heights reached –
Goes through the soul, the unshakeable faith seemed,
Tremendous, the Hope, inside me,strengthens its root;
At times, of squashy crush, may I hoot,
For my pessimistic thoughts? Yet the Light guiding,
Guides me, as a light house for the boats loitering.
As the Night, hoping the Sun’s rise goes away,
My life, with the Hope moves smooth everyday –
Is this not true, my soul? No worries, when
Thou sparkle, amidst dark Dangers even,
Soothes, God’s little angels, can you believe it?
The Stars, unseen at golden Sun, always in the sky yet!
STARS SHINE DOWN

2. Ever there, Hope – at times invisible to sight
However be at thy constant place,
Shining always, I set a steady gaze
The grasping hand, holding tight
For always, the stars shine down!