By Rado Gatchalian THE BOOK OF HOPE (A Meditation on Isolation) By Rado Gatchalian Perhaps if tomorrow’s sun  Shall bring the sweetest light to you — Now is the time to look at (for) your soul, You listen, and you know, You whisper, and you hope. You may not endure this loneliness  But always try to catch the silence  Of the wind, of the soft voice of meadow. Perhaps in this darkest hour Some of you are dwindling like a dust, And some, breaking into pieces, And more, becoming like a stone: Gazing at nowhere, and heartless like you. If today — you feel you are alone And no one with you but the moon, Be still and speak as gently as a poem. If this world is empty and lonely Walk and speak to every leaf in the woods: There is a shadow that speaks no fear. You look beneath the rocks and you see only yourself: Ask if what you see is who you are Or is the image a forgotten remembrance Of a vivid day when you were still young. And when you find it, speak to him like a child. Trut...