For God alone my soul waits in silence, for my hope is from Him.
Hope:
The most subjective objectivity –
The lens,
be it scratched or fogged or shattered,
Through which I see a future.
(God-willing.)
For God…
How fragile is a lens.
Blurred by betrayal
Scratched by spite
Shattered in that sanctified second when the news comes –
…alone…
And Hope evaporates.
…my soul waits in silence…
Forsaking a silent soul—
A passionate ambivalence
A heartsick joy
A chaotic clarity
A stable lability
Of truth and perception and happenstance—
Hope.
… for my hope is from Him.
You say there is hope in God, and I say
YES!
Sole, Suspended, Silent,
Hope.
But I can’t see it just yet
Can’t see past the shattered glass.
All I know is that Hope exists,
That the Almighty God has set Hope before me
And despite what I can or can’t see through the scratches and fogs and broken pieces,
For God alone my soul waits in silence, for my hope is from Him.
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