Is this hope

Is this hope, this

Wonderful thing that

Soars and twists and

Flutters.

Is it hope, this

Love anew, its truth

Its wonder its

Coursing

Through dark streets

Of an angry time

A time best left

Unspoken.

Yet this light beckons

At the dusty old hill

Beckoning life ever

Onward.

Casting its glow on a

Land set in shade

In a life left largely

Unlived.

It is hope that comes calling

In the body of this glory

Of this love lived

Unadorned.

It is hope that casts

Lightin the knowledge of

Another, in the infinite

Unknowable.

A dance twirling endless

'Cross the plains everlasting

'Til it reaches the high peaks

Clambering.

It is hope as I come to

Know thee in your wonder

Your glory, your curious

Expounding.

And so I wander in

Distant exploration, in

Depth-sounding

Conversation

For the contours

That shape thee, the

Miracles that make thee

Inescapable.

This is hope,

Is love, is

All I ever

Dreamed of.