Just Hope

Carole Stolz 31^st March 2010
Hope is so elusive, can’t be caught or held or saved

up. When we think that we are brave,

can make it,

that’s when the thief will take it

and to the lions throw.

And so we drift in hopeless fear

of ever letting someone near

enough to have us shed some tears

which might reveal that we don’t know

the answers to the questions growing

where doubts till now did grow.

Do questions in themselves give us a taste of hope?

Are they the rescuer who tries to throw to us the rope?

Were we designed to hope or mope away our years of breathing?

Was God (if he exists) just teasing

When he placed us on this rotating globe

Just letting us grow old,

dreaming of an after life

of joy

of peace

of satisfaction

of relationship,

of love.

Is not this yearning in my heart an evidence of love?

And does not the thought process alone show there’s a God above?

So I WILL hope and love

and risk,

Even if my heart gets ripped

out of my chest.

I will say with the best

I did it out of love

No thought for me

Just hope, my friend

Just hope, my mentor

Just hope.