Hope is the voice inside my head
That cries “love” above all else
In good times and in times of horror
She knows that all shall be well.
Holy Spirit of God
Lover of all with infinite compassion
She will not let go of my hand

For she has seen the face of God
And lived to tell the Wonder and Glory
That lives beyond
Hardened hearts and closed minds-

So willing to enter
The fragility of our Being
As she lifts us up
From our lowliness

I hear myself telling my friend
About real love
A love so clearly from above
Yet so grounded
That it knows itself as “here”
Embodied with no pretention of otherness
Faithful to itself in its bond to reality

Author of life
You spin in the cycles of me
I have only to think of you
And the wheels of love turn in me

I can give up hope
But she does not give up on me
Waiting always in the wings
To take center stage
Offering all of her gifts.


Susan Morse
May 1, 2024