“Hope” is the untouchable – that touches us 

That dwells deep within- 

And stakes a tent- 

And opens wide for our soul 

        To sit within 

                  Safe and at ease

                                   To be 

And, around that tent – is an open space 

And people gathering – freely – and 

In such a way where hands are held 

And solidarity and unity are present 

I can see it 

Yet 

I can’t

For I know that what I see is 

Temporary 

and only a small piece 

But I hold onto the hands I see anyways 

And I acknowledge that it is 

That which is unseen that 

I feel rising deep with Hope inside of me 

We are almost home 

We are almost home 

We are almost home 

All can come home 

All can come home 

All can hold hope 

All withhold Hope

inspired by Emily Dickinson’s piece “Hope is a thing with feathers”