Sunday, October 10, 2004


Real hope.
Not anemic,
pseudo stuff,
we’d settle for.

Real hope,
foundation sure,
when waves,
crash against the rock.

Spirit comes,
to fill us.
angel unexpected,
we see.

When we have,
no needs,
we need,
no hope.

It’s found in wilderness,
parched desert,
in rod poised high,
to strike the rock.

In suffering,
pain & uncertainty,
listen to hidden wings,
icon of invisible strength.
©Bob F. February 11, 2001

To understand what real hope is, and to know you have been given it as a gift can be one of the most precious presents possible to rec


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