In Hope I Go

This morning, despite fears and anxieties, I have motivation and hope. This poem is in a form called a Rondelet.


In hope I go,

Stepping on hot coals and through fire,

In hope I go.

Somehow I know

And trust that hope is not a liar,

I’ll be delivered, whole, entire:

In hope I go.

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