Hope is not a frail thing.
It is solid…substantial.
A core, thick and fiery,
warming and energizing its host.
Soul-center
Life-giver
Sustainer and reason to endure
It is not flighty or fickle,
prone to leaving a body in despair.
It merely gets overlooked, unappreciated,
buried under all the cares and concerns of a day.
But it’s always there,
ready to be reclaimed from the pile of rubble,
still burning bright; ready to lend warmth and energy.
Refining
Purifying
Lighting the way
Lend me your strength, Fresh Hope.
I can’t go out into the world alone.
Come with me; solidify my bone.
Make me kind.
Take the edge off my word.
Make me gentle, so my heart may speak.
Come with me, Hope.
Give me eyes to see.
Show me the beauty I’ve been missing.
Reclaim the peace my hands can’t grasp.
Come with me, Hope.
Let’s create something that lasts.
