a prayer called Hope

A kind soul is facing a difficult situation right now. Prayers for all involved, please. -Troy

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Hiding somewhere deep inside me

is a prayer too afraid to come out into the open.

Isn’t that the way of honesty?

If I show you my real self, will you reject me?

Friend, will you become my employer?

See me, please,

because I fear

you’re looking right past me,

an absent sort of presence.

Black voids make good hiding places.

I’m begging you,

let’s turn on the lights;

let’s talk.

Hear me out.

See the beauty in me

and call it out.

Let’s cut through the red tape

to lay hold of the scarlet thread.

Let’s weave a new tapestry,

lavishly textured, rich with color

in a black and white world.

Honesty has a name,

Love loves skin and soul,

Joy is free and Faith wants to rise in me.

My prayer’s name is Hope

and I’d like you to meet her.

She’s honest, this Hope.

I’m begging you, play with her.

You won’t regret it.

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a prayer called Hope

by Troy Cady

December 28, 2017