Hope is an awesome thing, not for the timid. If we don’t find hope, hope may just hunt us down and swallow us whole.
Monstrous Hope
Hope is some kind
Of monster
Who metes us awe
With gaping jaw
Where the timid and hesitant lose
A hand, an arm, or much more
Who will only recount
To kin and stranger alike
Tails of loss and whoa
As hope moves on
Only to the innocent and uncowed
Those holy committed
Swallowed whole
And as Jonah’s wail
Find themselves
Threw the end
Sow tell a true tail
Though few scarce believe
Having had
Learned what they learned
In know other way
