i am hope's prisoner.
i am Light's conquest.
and i seek no freedom.
sometimes i wonder how people muddle through this world without the glimmer of hope behind their eyes. i see it, you know...that look that slips across their face when i meet their eyes with a smile.
that look of want. of plead. of empty.
and then we pass and they are gone. but they stay with me even after i've passed and am home under covers. because that look of hopelessness coats my soul with the grief that only loss can bring.
i want to go back and touch their shoulder and draw them back to the place i call Home and the One i call Father.
but as for me, i will
:: always ::
for You have been my hope.
i cling to Him tightly in those moments when the world rocks and i have nothing but the pounding cries of uncertainty. what do they do, when the waves slam them against the rocks until their grasp loosens and their dreams flow from their eyes like water?
this tangled kiss of hope that binds me against His chest.
hope stays perched on the branches of my soul, singing like the uncaged bird, this phoenix of hope rising from the ashes of Death, killed and conquered and fingers sliced from off my shoulders.
in the dark, i have hope.
i'm running to Your arms
the riches of Your love
will always be