There’s hope on this planet of sorrow,
As long as we hear the birds sing …..

I hear the same old sound
of painful groaning…

While passing through the aisles of time,
One might hear the cries of death. …

I hear the same old sound
of people groaning;
Same old sounds of cruel
death and mourning—-

In honor of Fibromyalgia Awareness Day (May 12th), I post this song I wrote.

Stop moaning! Make a Difference in this world.

Can we, as human beings live without hope? Hope binds us to present and future expectations of change. Hope helps elevate our spirit, even when we experience the harshness of despair; life without hope is tantamount to mountains without snow, trees devoid of birds, eyes that see no beauty, and minds that think not of intellectual possibilities.

The genocidal tragedy of Jews during World War II is an event that is historically unprecedented.

There is the same old pattern of conduct and behavior with regard to human affairs — a yearning for peace, the threat of war, affliction and disease; the sense of hope, faith, love and liberty, all of which we hear on a regular basis, some of which materialize and some go unfulfilled.