Some who, when they cope, are blessed with hope
while others, coping, only find despair.
As you observe humanity, take note:
another way to judge that life’s unfair.

Do those hopeful ones possess more virtue
than those poor ones who seldom know of bliss?
Have the hopeful earned their point of view
superior to those who deal with life with less?

Is hope a gift that cannot be achieved
by merit, but somehow seems to be possessed
by some, denied to others?  Should we not grieve
at such discrepancies and be distressed?

Pray for those who seldom find relief —
who seem to dwell in darkness. Lord, grant them  peace.

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