To Hope

A poem about hope… If this counts as a poem.

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Hope is a timeless gift

She is the glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel
The 90th-minute equalizer in the second half of extra time

She is the force behind the last roll of the dice
She is the cradle of expectations, the nursery of faith
She is the voice that says “One last try…”

Hope is a new lease on life

But hope can come wrapped in swaddling clothes in a manger
Hope can be a single, unemployed commuter
Hope in all of her grandioseness can be an impaled misfit

She’s neither the face nor the place
She’s neither the name nor the fame

But you can never mistake HOPE.

She’s a weirdly wired imperfect intersect
She’s atypical, a unique blend
Nifty, she’s GOD’s own brand
And I like to think she’s more than a friend