Ultraholophrenia

A song of hope springs from the cry of sorrow, and as it is said, hope does not disappoint us. when we are experiencing hope, therein is no disappointment. Disappointment dashes hope to pieces. A hope fulfilled is food for the soul, and it is a cherished meal, and makes for a heart of good cheer. What brings hope but promise? Promise to those who are otherwise hopeless.

In a passing winter day, when there is a cold, overcast sky, where is hope found? In the knowledge that the sun shines anyway, soon to show his face again, and to once again warm the soul with light unending and light undying.