Abiding Hope

Hope is a tiny pebble

lodged in the crack

of a jagged stone.

Surfing waves

too large to fight,

rough walls

smooth it’s edges,

whittling worry, stubbornly

clinging to the surface.

Patient, it slips through

the fissure

of its cell

finding its way

back to you.

No one need know

where it was hiding,

even in the depths of

darkness, it never wavered.

That’s where you’ll find it-

there it’ll be.

Tiny and quiet,

it’s never lost,

never gone.

Just wait.

Despair comes and goes.

But hope? Like a tiny pebble,

it was born to abide.

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