All who have this hope in him purify themselves, just as he is pure.
What do you hope for?
A slightly fluffy vox pox question
from a guy with glasses and a shaky mic
who shuffles his feet on the sidewalk
squeaking nervously at passers by.
World peace. To win the lottery. A million quid. My body weight in chocolate. That it won't raint today.
And then
scratching deeper
hitting a nerve
an accidental moment of honesty
that bubbles up and out like a cork
For my back to get better. My wife not to be sick. My son to come home. To stop drinking. To know that it isn't always going to be like this, that something will change.
She arrives -
a whirlwind in pink
with muddied knee and chocolate smudged face
running round in circles with invisible superhero cape flying free
pigtails played havoc upon by the wind
a gap where two teeth used to be
I want to live forever.
The classic child's answer
adults roll their eyes
chuckle throatily -
Don't we all.
Don't. We. All.
Yearn for hope for long for something more
a something that is different to every other something so far
a something that is solid and certain and sure
a something we can hold tightly in both hands
that is stronger than hurt and pain
that is greater than addition and loss
than what he did to me when I was younger
than when she left me on my own
than how they treated me and made me feel
than emotion and insecurity, disappointment and redundancy
hospital waiting rooms and grave sides.
What do you hope for?
For transformation, freedom, rescue
the realisation of true identity
of knowing the reality
of so much lavish love
that I am invincible
I am fearless
I am free from whatever you might care to think of me
because me eyes are on Him.
I hope in Him
My hope is in the hopeful One
He is Hope
Contains it, delivers it, dollops it
into my frightened heart so that I run free
in cohoots with Little Miss Pigtails.
I want to live forever.
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