The cape of good hoping
I don most days.
Some days it doesn't fit me,
an odd thing in a cape,
which is a one-size-fits-all
kind of garment.
So on the days it doesn't fit
I feel myself a misfit.
No good hoping.
Let's focus on those other days,
the ones when my cape envelops me in hope.
Good hoping is a form of prayer,
I send full-hearted good hopes
to those who are bewildered or bereft or ill
or simply overwhelmed by realizing
that it all will endjoy and grief alike--
and not at an hour of their choosing.
It will end, willy-nilly,
and that thought,
which inspires some to great deeds
or lofty ambition,
gives to others the shock of the real
from which they recover only in part.
So for themand for us all
I try on my
hoping for a good fit.
And if it fitswell, then I hope.
I hope it fits.
*Inspired by a line from James Loughton's "The Country of Hope"