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When Hope issues an invitation
A chance to dream of better
A looking forward to the future
Even against the past
Even against the present
To respond affirmatively
Is to soar and dream
To set aside the tension
Of one’s grounding
Of one’s doubt

Hope anchors the soul
Upward, to the heavens
Drawing us along
Into a blissful moment
Into eternity
We are transfixed
By the possibilities
Of a world made for good
Filled with good gifts
Filled with whole life

Should the object prove futile
The invitation fluttering down
Torn from our hand
Our feet returned to dust
Our dreams laid to rest
Hope itself remains
Anchored in eternity
Tied to our soul
By a strong rope
By a cord not easily broken

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