This week’s theme is hope. Whew. What a week for hope, huh?

He that lives upon hope will die fasting. — Benjamin Franklin

I have always thought that hope was a singular thing… something you had inside you… or had to find inside you. Or if you could not find it inside you… then “Look UP and find hope” seemed to me to be the usual answer.

But what if it’s not?

The poem I am sharing today speaks differently of hope. And this is the kind of hope that I am looking for… the hope that has been left for me to find along my journey.

Hope

by Rosemary Wahtola Trommer

Hope has holes
in its pockets.
It leaves little
crumb trails
so that we,
when anxious,
can follow it.
Hope’s secret:
it doesn’t know
the destination—
it knows only
that all roads
begin with one
foot in front
of the other.

Hope by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer from How to Love the World: Poems of Gratitude and Hope. Published by Story Publishing.

Please visit Kym, Bonny, and Sarah today to see what hope they have to share.

Happy Thursday, Everyone!

Pin It on Pinterest