When You Looked For Hope

You looked for hope where it sought never to be found.

In darkness.
Even when the night was upon you,
And you could not see the love
Written upon our faces
To offer you hope,
Hope whispered:
“Remember the morning.”

Your ears yearned to be deaf to hope’s voice.
You ached to ignore him. to die, free of his beleaguering charm.
You fought his embrace, but he held you.
And your unbridled heart never stopped beating.
Hope came to you though your heart couldn’t stand the thought.

Hope found you, and so will you find hope.

In the corner of a smile.
In the poetic chatter of a streetlight.
In the sound of wings rising to meet the sun.
In the barren innocence of dawn.

You will find hope, when you seek it where it seeks not to be found.

Of Mornings As A Child

Remember the mornings? The mornings that first opened your eyes? And the vision that the night left as it poured gold across the skies?

Remember the hands? The hands that swept across your young brow as your eyelids yawned? That hid your hair behind your ear and stroked your lazy skin awake. Those hands.

Remember the feeling of a new beginning? As you pulled away from each dream, turning to the pleasant uncertainty and hopeful thrill of reality once again.

Is it unfair? That the mornings greet youth with excitement and hope, but greet man with only fear? With dread?

All man can feel is the chill of dawn. The cold misery that meets him every sunrise as each blanket is peeled forth from his listless frame. As he begs those hands, his own burden, to let him lay still, and be lost in the comfort of dreams. He fights for a reason to awaken. For a reason to let excitement and the thrill of reality overwhelm him.

But then he remembers those eyes. Remember those eyes? Those eyes, so pure, that met yours, as you met the world on those still fond mornings?

Those mornings long ago.

When The Silence Is Piercing

This has been your quiet journey.
A long road in the darkness.
You have let the silence pierce you.
Numb you.

You have let emptiness fill your soul,
But don’t let its cold hands trespass the corners of your heart now.
Remember the feeling of nothing?
When silence was piercing, and your ears rang.
Don’t ache to feel numb again.

May the perfect words escape my lips

And softly sing to your impatient ears…

Not on the days when the silence needs to be piercing to wake you up.

But let it be on the days when the silence has made you deaf.

The days when your eyes don’t smile.

When I need to say the things that your heart needs to hear.

And, let peace begin to shine.
Let the quiet that you have ached in wrap it’s consoling arms around you.
And the silence that has pierced you?
It will pierce you no longer.
It’s voice will be but a lullaby.