‘Hope is a dangerous thing’ Red says.
I know this.
So comfortable we become in our situation,
Though it’s not a good place to be, it still is what you know.
What you don’t know, what you can’t see
What’s inside the safety of these walls –
Where sure demons strike at you
Coming at night or in the darkness of isolation – it’s not new to you.
Hope, that grand thing,
Has plunged men into debt, into marriages, into jobs
That earn dollars for an existence that doesn’t satisfy.
Why hope, lots have been written about you,
Sung from your springs
But your voice falls flat
As it falls from the rooftop
Where you gave an awesome view of our transcendence.
There’s no mercy
Once you start with hope.
Now faith, it comes by hearing.
It enters, implanting itself
Taking root in an otherwise doomed situation.
Faith sprouts, birthing spores of true hope
Cause honey, hope ain’t nothing by itself.
So faith comes from hearing, and hearing through the word of Christ. Romans 10:17
Where then is my hope? and as for my hope who shall see it? Job 17:15