Romans 8:24 Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what is seen? (NRSV)

today

hope is the unseen

manna

ambrosia

you come upon

in the storm

wreckage

the hollows

you walk past

blindly

oblivion

beckoning

until

unseen hope

slips

between

your numbered

breaths

finest laser blades

carving out

despair

new sightings

behind gauze ribbons

patterns kaleidoscope

blooming

your

sweet

dark

shade

some

steadfast love

your clean

new

margins

your

holy

creatured

calm