July A Month of Poetry & Prayers
¹Hope has two beautiful daughters; their names are Anger and Courage. Anger at the way things are, and Courage to see that they do not remain as they are.
From Hopeless to Hope: A Shortcut
Hopeless talks to itself too much.
It is its own speaker, listener, and message: “hopeless hope less hope less hopeless…… Monotonously stuck in the key of “me me me me me”
It limits itself in vocabulary and shuts off its ear to any plan you have to move her out of such droning
Hopeless sees herself both a target and savior
Not you armed with compassion and plans
In armored fear and defense, she dwells alone
sinking into wells of woe woe woe
oh me oh my oh me chokes her of her own accord
Trusting in the truth of her misery, she offers up her arm to join her to dwell in the hell of the knots she has made of herself.
Do not take that hand. Do not offer yours.
Say ”Cut it out.”
Woe is Me will wobble straighten stand
disarm hopeless to hope- less reaching hope.