Hope is intrinsic, internally tying soul to man, regardless of predicament.

Not driven by reward or punishment, it presents a reality where things could get better.

You are the beacon in the distance, encouraging confidently. Blessed Creator, instilling trust at the molecular.

Intertwine your fingers with his, speak softly, for he is learning there is safety with you.

A voice cries out, desperate for reassurance, soothing comes your response.

Clearly, with precision. The words perfect, separating heart from burden. From the oppressive load of the unknown.

Those wicked what ifs, they fall apart in overwhelming illumination.

His thoughts are on you now for a lifetime. Corrected and clean, no longer the serpent’s plaything.

Lauda illum qui viam hominis ad rectum revocat.