Poem: You Give Me Hope

you give me hope
not like a sunrise that insists,
but like a lamp left on in the kitchen—
quiet, ordinary, waiting.

you give me hope
by staying when words run out,
by breathing in the same room,
by making space feel possible.

some days hope is heavy,
a coat I don’t want to wear,
and you carry it for me
without asking for thanks.

you give me hope
in small, stubborn ways:
a name spoken gently,
a hand that doesn’t let go too soon.

if I ever forget how to believe,
I will remember this—
that once, simply,
you did.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie