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Writer's pictureTim Huber

Losing My Hope

I’ve got no hope, it’s been replaced.

Something much brighter hangs in its place.


How’d I lose it, did I lose it?

Or did I choose it, up and move it.


Look at what stands: it’s bigger and stronger,

it’s got both my hands on a lifeline much longer.


With it I descend, it lets me drop low

to the depths of My End—my pain, hate, and sorrow.


My lifeline will hold,

I’ll live to grow old.


‘Cause trust says “I’m sure”

where hope says “please work.”


But make no mistake, to hope and to dream

are different words despite what you think.

trust is the essence of all of the things

that hope’s only hoping you’ll live to achieve


So I’ll never stop dreaming

that my words keep on reaching

souls that are hopelessly dreamlessly bleeding.


 

From the title, this poem may sound pretty bleak, but it's not quite so dismal. Hope is important, everyone knows that. Without it, people despair and give up. But, I think there needs to be a departure from hope as we heal and come out of difficult situations. Hope means we want something to happen, that we're uncertain if it will happen or not. To hope you will be safe when you're driving is to be uncertain whether or not you will be safe. But to trust or have faith that you will be safe, that's another thing. It's a step past hope, and is much more powerful. One of the key things about trust, however, is that it requires the strength of a solid and unquestionable truth. If you have nothing to trust in, you're a step behind hope. There's only one truth that can support complete trust. If your hope is just about up, or if you're ready to take a step forward, He's waiting.

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