Hope is a gift we can only give ourselves
when we have faith in ourselves
which requires we love ourselves.
Believing in ourselves
allows us to believe in others.
We only know this by the gift of love
others give us.
The hopeless cannot have faith
until they love themselves.
They foment insurrection
to make a dark connection
with other lost souls.
Loving the faithless,
those who have lost faith
with their own humanity,
with their own community
is perhaps our own best hope
for unity.
Perhaps love is the more difficult gift,
the more difficult to find,
the more difficult to hold fast.
Perhaps we are not meant to hold onto love
to make it last;
but to let it go and find its way,
to those whose need is greater than our own,
that we may create better days.
annarino writes 