I am something, I am the blinding light at the end of the tunnel, the one that teases and ignites your imagination of the bliss that lies beyond. What am I?
I am something, I give faith wings to fly and faith, in turn, makes me real, what am I?
I am something, and without me, you will feel like a dead man walking with no end in sight, what am I?
I am something and my aura bields, when I am present you say “maybe today” until it really is today, what am I?
I am something and out of the broken pieces of your past, God builds an edifice of me. What am I?
You already know the answer, it is a simple riddle after all
Yes, I am Hope and I’m glad you know me.