Hope Is Poem by Glen Kappy
Hope Is
After James M. and Emily D.
The joy at dawn—
spontaneous—daft—
the eagerness
that rises with it.
Julian's hazelnut
in the palm of one's hand
fingers closed around it
held against the breast.
A mole
who's undeterred
though tons of grave dirt
press him from above.
A poem
conceived in darkness
in the mind of one alone—
then written down.
The mantle
waiting for a picture—
the ledge a flowerpot—
the ground a seed.
One
of the basic food groups.
Something
sown in sleep.
Emily D. is Emily Dickinson (which you probably guessed)
Julian is Julian of Norwich,14th century mystic
Interesting images of hope drawn from such a variety of sources. Definitely a basic.
thanks for reading and commenting, laurie. impossible—or nearly so—to keep hope down, to extinguish it. i may have told you a favorite phrase from the kjv bible is paul's saying of abraham that he hoped against hope. -glen
i think this is a first, susan—a poem of mine described as educational—thanks for reading and commenting. and here we are, you, me, all poets, committing our poems to some form to be read, remembered perhaps. and then i think, there's One who sees/knows it all. -glen
At dawn joy spontaneously flows. This joy carries amazing hope to give joy ever. A brilliant poem is well penned.10
thanks, kumarmani. i was the poet in the dark composing this poem. and we write, don't we, with the hope that our poems will speak to someone or ones. thank you for being one of them. -glen
An accurate description of hope. Undeterred, unrestrained, ignoring the past, focusing on the present and the future. I had to read this more than once because of its distinctive quality. So well written.
thanks again, lora. i think of st. paul who said three things endure—one of which is hope, and who said of abraham that he hoped against hope. can't keep hope down—as in another poem of mine, dolphin dream. -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Hope is when the tempest blows and all seems helpless but you hear a small but clear voice saying to you repeatedly, " it is well" . Glen, this poem is strong and reassuring especially for believers. Thanks for sharing.
You’re welcome. Your “it is well” is quite similar to God’s message to the 14th century mystic Julian of Norwich. That message, given when the plague was ravaging England, was “All shall be well, and all shall be well.” Thanks for reading and commenting, Kingsley. -Glen