Hope is not some
eternal object that
humans strive for
and seek like
a great treasure
hunt of the
disillusioned world.
Nor is it some great
religious ideal about
heaven, paradise,
or some such place
that lies waiting for
those who are faithful enough.
Rather, hope is
what is given generously in
the trembling tender moments
of human frailty and loss
that create flickers of purpose again.
Hope is not a thing or an end
but sparks alive in the contact,
in the moments shared,
In the process of being alive
and saying that you should
not give in.
Hope is affirmation embodied,
and the presence of goodness
that radiates out in
the spaces of promise now.
9/2/2017