strings me along
asks for audacious trust
i find myself
reluctant to hope
a wispy cloud on the horizon
we're told to hope
for things unseen
in the heavenlies and here on earth
i want to hope
but i don't
i don't want to put my heart on the line
sometimes hope
seems a mocking
cruel, disappointing, shallow friend
sometimes hope
calls us into a
vast wilderness of trust and faith
sometimes hope
burns brightly
sometimes barely flickers like a small flame on an old fire.
written for a friend, with echoes from my own heart.
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