While hope be held in heart or hand,                                                                                                I dare to dream of good things planned,                                                                                         sustained by a promise yet to be,                                                                                                      it is enough, I need not see

the promise fulfilled ’till its time has come.

But when dreams die hope follows after,                                                                                       leaving empty the bright space once occupied so fully, so completely,                                 by promises of what was to come,                                                                                                   promises, such good company,                                                                                                         such comfort and companion, hope,

I feel her absence abiding constant,                                                                                             my new companion sadly lacking.                                                                                                   such a space to fill,                                                                                                                               where hope once lived,  filling full, sustaining, reigning,                                                           making bearable the wait,  more than bearing, caring for and carrying me through days of endless wait, of dreams deferred; being the wings that bring me safe to the hoped for destination,

hope bids me soar and makes it so,                                                                                                  when circumstances would say no;

hope’s home now empty,  the crushing weight of her vacant space requires more of me than hope ever did, this weight I cannot carry on my own.  Who would have thought it so?   Hope carried me when I held her,   but her absence I cannot abide, it is too heavy for my soul to bear.  I will hold onto my mustard seed,  see my mountains moved.

I pray Hope’s empty home again be filled,  and with her presence filling full and flowing free,  the weight of her absence washed away, leaving me weightless in my waiting,  I  wait with hope for hope’s return.

“Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.”  (Hebrews 11:1)

“We walk by faith, not by sight.”   (2Cor. 5:7)

“. . . those who hope in Me will not be disappointed.”  (Isaiah 50:23)

“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”   Romans 15:13

sincerely and hopefully,                Grace Day