Never have I hoped so ardently, so
Openly to be wrong of my confident,
Particular convictions. I pray with my
Quietest vocabulary that this stumbling,
Resurrecting world’s graces to come would
Shine with radiance, outshine what I
Think, what I know it will not. I hope that I might
Understand that hope is not a prayer for
Vindication. It is another word for faith and a
Word for fear, too. I hope I will notice when my
Need to see the order in things has lost its
Utility. I hope that it will be enough for
Me to lack answers. To know you will be what you will
Be.
(April 1, 2021)
