Hope

Hope is something that comes and goes,

When you have it you feel like you can conquer the world.

Hope is a practice that keeps us going,

When nothing makes sense and we don’t know what we’re doing.

Hope is the bind that ties us together,

When things start collapsing and we find strength in each other.

Hope is the light that shines in the dark,

When we don’t know where to go or where to start.

Hope can grow when we focus on the good,

Allowing ourselves to see through the mud.

Having hope doesn’t mean that we have become blind 

to the hurt, and the pain, and the wrong in our lives. 

It means we are living with our eyes wide open,

Aware to uproot ourselves from soil that is poisoned.

Hope comes and goes like the clouds passing over us,

It will only affect us if we allow it to change us.