Hope slippery like
Soap on a rope
dissolving
disappearing down 
the sucking plug hole,
I summon hope
but it slips away into
thin darkness,
I pull Hope up
Clinging to it
and it circles 
the drain again
disappearing tendrils of me
self immolation drip by drip
despair that focuses on despair
Pain that focuses on pain.

From distress depths
deep in the sewer
I look up, seeing

a descending anchor of hope
fastened to heaven's mercy seat
Strong in God’s love
Secure in the cornerstone
Fastened to the rock

This anchor
emerges through the
bleak suffocation above
Shining like a star
A beacon I can choose
A saviour I can choose,

Now within me
Hope rising
Heart burning
on the inside
I discover
Hope cannot be a feeling
it is a person,
Anticipation in the blackness
Passion igniting
as I see this person, Jesus
the sure hope 
Foundation of faith
Jesus the hope of Glory
Jesus glories’ hope in us.

I stand on
the anchor
secured, home
Darkness surrounds
but somehow I’m
in a different place
Same time
Different place -
Hope full.

Starting Thoughts: How solid is hope? If our future hope relies on money or jobs or even others will we always have a trustworthy hope? Is it possible that only God can be the sustainer of hope?
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