Hope found me after dusk, when all ray was gone and shadow lusted quick nightfall.
Hope found me bare to the bone in a woeful tomb, where warmth retracted it’s affection.
Hope found me wounded under contemptible rock, where every worm mocked my arrival.
Hope sought me out where the Sun didn’t shine, where cold was the warmest thought.
Hope found me destitute, barren, and starved for the basics of self-esteem.
Hope found me in the nightmare of my life, and pulled me into it’s very own dream.
Hope found me helpless when my heart derailed, and couldn’t find my way back.
Hope found me stranded, when all others set sail and put me on it’s faithful back.
Hope found me when life was bitter blue, saved me, and imparted another hue.
Hope found me, slapped me in the face and said, are you blind? Don’t you see his grace?
Hope bore me when I could not walk.
Made me buoyant where I couldn’t swim. Dried me when I was wet with tears. Supplied me in the time of need. Freed me when a slave in chains. Strengthened me in a time of grief. Awakened my eyes in a time of slumber. And consoled me on the battlefield.
Hope found me where I could not found.
Hope, will always find you.