Hope
knocked at my window
last night but the dreamcatcher
must’ve been turned in
the wrong direction
for only despair found its way
to my dreams.
Again.
After many nights like this I am
converted: let me no longer
wait for hope to find me
on my pillow
let me no longer chase its tail
like a siren’s song through the stars.
Instead let me watch for hope
wide awake,
out and about
in the world far
from my pillow, out
where life walks and works,
loves and leaves, out where life
tries
and fails.
Let hope touch
eyes-wide-open daydreams
and ordinary “to do” lists and daily routines,
find its expression in watchful
hearts and words.
May hope
be the holy imagination that
does not let us go from
sunrise to sunset,
not the soft comfort
that helps me sleep at night.
O God our God,
Shadow of every dream,
Conviction of all that is not yet,
send hope
into the world like
a stranger into the streets:
ever present, ever surprising, ever challenging
what
and who and
how we see ourselves and
our ways of being
in your world,
our ways of being within
your dreams.
on Psalm 39:4-7