hope

hope is

what nobody likes:

it asks

all

it is born

in the soul

like a small child,

feeling and creation

without it

we are lost

and ghosts.

with it

we are tortured,

blessed,

and must try

to let it grow.

not the blind hope

for the lottery,

the free tickets,

the false prayers

for short lived

pleasure,

momentary release

but

hope

with a foreseeing

of good in our

life and death

hope with

a faith in days

and nights

to find meaning

and kindness

in our time

which is running,

our sweat soaking

the earth, our blood

turning sour like milk,

and clouds veiling

the heart of  being

essence spilled

and love flowing

like a drowning child

in agony :

we are, we are crucified

to earth and matter

we are spirit, matter,

travelling here

we must, must have faith

in the way

the milky way, the earth,

the wave we ride

we cannot let hope

dry out , how to stay

alive, we must allow,

we must allow hope