SOMETIMES HOPE

Sometimes hope
is a windchilled breath
that stops and stares
through a thick, frozen fog,
saying
yes
life is harsh
but here
is the air.

Sometimes hope
is the black muddy slush
on a salty sea of pavement,
saying
yes
life is messy
but here
is the sun.

Sometimes hope
is a nine-dollar chunk
of European sheep cheese,
saying
yes
you can live without,
but you don’t always have to.

Sometimes hope
is a voice in a book
from a world far away,
saying
yes
that is true,
but so, also,
is this.

Sometimes hope
is the one loose thread
on a puppy’s toy
that’s relentlessly gnawed
to the neglect of all else
on a desperate,
dogged,
tenacious
pursuit
to release
whatever may lie
just beyond that thread.

Sometimes hope
is a bird that has flown
to a far-distant land—
a land that is filled
with the all the lovely things
you’ve been hoping for—
saying
yes
I am here and
no
I’m not there
in this very moment
on this very day
but
I will be back.

I always
come back.

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Here’s to hope, friends. May yours always come back. xo

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6 Comments

  • Julie

    I’m right there with you, Jonathan. xo

     
  • Jonathan

    Wow, yes, needed this. Hope as “black muddy slush on a salty sea of pavement”—and everything else in here—so fills me. So here I am, walking around full of hope and slush. 🙂 Thank you for this.

     
  • Julie

    Thank you, Tammera. Hugs to you. xxxooo

     
  • Julie

    I did too. And thank you, Cristie. xxxooo

     
  • Tammera Mojica

    Amazingly beautiful Julie and so fitting in my life right now.

     
  • Cristie

    So well written, I needed that today!!

     

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