Hope lived deep in a forest,
A place many fairies called home,
Where their spirits were high
As the cobalt blue sky,
– Except for Sage, a grumpy old gnome.
Hope’s home was a hollowed-out oak tree.
It was humble and cozy, but tight.
The door shaped like a heart
Was her most favorite part,
With a window that gleamed with sunlight.
She didn’t relax in her home much.
For long ago she had conceded,
That she was most content,
When her time was spent,
Providing help where hope was needed.
She focused on listening for heart-calls
From souls who were hurting or reeling.
In the blink of an eye,
To their side she would fly,
To bring them her own special healing.
Almost nobody saw her come or go,
Just a shimmer of delicate wings.
But their worlds turned brighter,
And their burdens seemed lighter,
For the comfort and peace she would bring.
Hope cherished the chance to help others,
And loved to rekindle hope’s flame.
She answered heart-calls,
From one and from all,
From wherever on the planet they came.
But mankind got bigger and busier.
It became the literal human race.
With it, meanness grew,
Disheartenment too,
And Hope soon found it hard to keep pace.
Some days the demand overwhelmed her.
Her wings and her feet got the sorest!
It was one of those days,
A heart-call came her way,
From there in the lush fairy forest.
She arrived to find the grumpy gnome Sage,
All alone in his tidy gnome shed.
She wasn’t surprised
By the tears in his eyes,
But was surprised by the words that he said.
“Hope, I am grateful to see you.
You’re someone I long have admired
Though I’m feeling quite blue,
I’m more worried about you
I have never seen you more tired.”
Don’t give it a thought,” said the fairy,
“It’s my job to bring the world hope!”
The little gnome bowed,
“And you’ve done yourself proud,
But you seem near the end of your rope.”
“It takes time to reach all who need me,” Hope said.
I’m so sorry when folks have to wait.
It doesn’t seem fair
To those in despair.
Hope matters too much to be late.”
She became teary as she began listing
The troubles that hope can help fix.
Sage scratched his chin,
And asked with a grin,
“Can you teach an old gnome new tricks?”
She named Sage the first hope ambassador,
And she taught him her hope-boosting ways.
Sage studied his notes,
And Hope’s anecdotes.
He was responding to heart-calls in days!
No longer can Sage be called grumpy.
Hope and purpose replaced any sorrow.
And his spirits would lift,
When he shared that rare gift –
The hope for a brighter tomorrow.
Although more help and more hope are needed,
Hope and Sage are sure doing their parts.
That’s important, of course,
Because hope’s a great force,
To heal broken worlds and hearts.
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