We Invented Hope

Calamity, strife, pain and loss. Rain hammered down,

Unleashed upon the tiny green boat, lost at sea.

The Fisherman returned, drenched and empty-handed

Again, no catch of the day - he was defeated.

‘What cruel fate is this?’ he cursed, on his knees, and cried.

Empty plates, empty mouths; but minds filled with grim thoughts.

Famished, depleted and weak, he let out a sigh.

And yet still - he summoned the courage to row out,

To venture forth once more, the new day’s sun beaming

Down on his face; hopeful for what today may bring.

‘Storms may capsize me, sirens may lead me astray

But I know nothing’s set in stone on this new day.’

Darkness obscures even the most imminent light -

To see past that dark veil, we invented hope.