Hidden Hope // a poem + reflection
“Let your hopes, not your hurts, shape your future.” — Robert H. Schuller
The Poem
Cozy in the confines of my heart
Is a seed waiting to bloom
Weathered through a body battered
Anchored beyond rushing storms
It grows in a quiet place
Where nothing can do it harm
Even if the veined walls break
And even if blood like rivers give way
For it hides something which nothing can move
A feathered companion but shadowed balloon
Full of wonder ready to soar
That thing dear friend is hope
Let it bloom again, daily, once more
The Reflection
I’ll be honest that most of the time I go to dark places in some of my poetry. It comes with the nature of healing but also I really just want to express as much as possible the rawness that is the human condition.
Hope can seem so hidden from us in so many ways. The question really then becomes how can we protect it and hide it enough so that it can bloom regardless of what happens outside of us. It can be safe in our hearts.
We have remember that we take the good with the bad. Our hope may be deferred in even the most minutiae of moments but it is never lost.
Wonderful poem...That's the beauty of the deferred hope, the "groaning,"...the roots of patience go deeper...
“...that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to decay and will obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God. We know that the whole creation has been groaning in labor pains until now; and not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the first fruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly while we wait for adoption, the redemption of our bodies. For in hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what is seen? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.”
Romans 8:21-25 NRSV-CI