If hope is a thing with feathers
How sad I have none to grow
If hope is just a heartache
It’s a pain I often know
If hope is merely a meme
It may reach only my eyes and ears
If hope is contagious
I have to be within its sphere
If hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
What does that say about hope having the power to save
My hope is more than a wish or dream I attach to whatever I please
He is Jesus who’s in me wherever I am shining His light on all I see
I wrote this a couple of years ago.
I am taking a story break right now but will post an occasional poem.
