Hope

From where does hope spring?

I know hope can diminish to almost nothing

like a kettle’s last lingering vapors.

Can it be completely lost or

abandoned like an unwanted gift?

Losing hope is tragic, numbing and exhausting.

Can it, will it be fully rediscovered?

Is hope reborn of our cerebral canals

as a reflection of the innocence and joy

of a cherubic child or a memory of euphoric sanguineness?

Perhaps hope is an enigmatic specter

of one’s desire for eternal future good that is unattainable

resulting in intermittent bouts of hopelessness.

Hope can be given or lost and cannot be taken

but it can be found of one’s desire for future good.

Desire fuels hope’s fire.

© David Girard 01/11/19