Wednesday Wish (121); Hope Has a Secret

photo by vladimir kush via www.beautiful life.info

When your heart is still

And your mind runs rabid

When the cold reaches in

And the warmth leaches out

Will you shut down?

Close the shades and lock the doors?

Or will you open the windows

To let the breeze

Ruffle your drapes

And flutter your skirts

As you forgot it could.

Will you ignore the urge to kiss?

Or welcome the pain

That may follow.

Let the cold win?

Or have hope that

The scent of a flower

Will melt

Your ice.

Hope

Has a secret

Its petals

Are soft

And filled with feelings.

Not the feelings we think we should have,

The preferred

Or the appropriate

But those we do have

The ugly

The dark

The shadows among the light

The pains that no one likes to look at

Let alone admit.

There

There

Yes, there, is where hope grows its roots.

Not in the pretend

Or the fake

Or the ignore

Or the shallow.

But in the wise hum of your deep

That place that invites you to honor where you are

And what you see

That place that invites you to feel it all

No matter how painful

Giving every last bit

Its time to be heard

Hope

has a secret

its roots are raw

and vulnerable

and it trembles with the beauty

and the pains

of life,

and it surrenders

oh dear God,

it surrenders

until the love that

always is

surfaces--

its strength

stronger, wiser,

red-hot pulsing

than all the rest

that ever

pretended any otherwise.

Hope

Has a secret.

It sails

To the winds

Of your

Feelings.

Every

Last

One.