#128 Holy P(h)ope

Lídia de Oliveira
2 min readAug 8, 2023

Inspired by the visit of Holy Pope to Portugal

In the shadows of doubt, where darkness may tread,
There blooms a small seed, where hope lies ahead.
Amidst the chaos and the trials we endure,
It whispers of futures promising and pure.

Like gentle rays of sunlight piercing through,
Hope paints the canvas of what we pursue.
It’s the glimmering spark in our darkest nights,
Guiding us forward with its radiant light.

When storms surround us, and we feel lost and small,
Hope stands as a beacon, never to enthrall.
It’s the steady hand that helps us rise above,
Reminding us that we’ve got infinite love.

With hope, we dream of a world transformed,
Where unity thrives and compassion is warmed.
A future where differences inspire and unite,
Where harmony triumphs over every fight.

Hope fuels our spirits, igniting the flame,
Fueling ambition and a desire for change.
It’s the belief that a better world can be,
A testament to human resilience, you see.

In the hearts of dreamers, hope shall persist,
Through every failure, it refuses to desist.
For it understands that every setback we fear,
Is another chance for hope to persevere.

So let us embrace hope, like a cherished friend,
With open hearts, our limitations shall mend.
Together, we’ll build a future imbued with grace,
Guided by hope’s enduring embrace.

In the tapestry of life, hope we shall weave,
With every breath, we’ll never cease to believe.
That brighter days lie just beyond the bend,
And hope in the future, forever shall ascend.

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Lídia de Oliveira

Poet, family doctor and fitness instructor. Seeker of meaning, passion and creativity. Do you dare bringing poetry back with me?