Hope, Not Just for Someday But For This Day

A photo of two children, a girl and a boy who is younger. The boy is holding a book and the girl has her arm around his shoulders and is looking at the book as well. They are in a beautiful field.
Photo by Ben White.

Blessing of Hope
by Jan Richardson

So my we know
the hope
that is not just
for someday
but for this day--
here, now,
in this moment
that opens to us:

hope not made
of wishes
but of substance

hope made of sinew
and muscle
and bone,

hope that has breath
and a beating heart,

hope that will not
keep quiet
and be polite

hope that knows
how to holler
when it is called for,

hope that knows
how to sing
when there seems
little cause

hope that raises us 
from the dead--

not someday
but this day,
every day,
again and
again and

The first time I read this, I was caught by the final stanza: "not someday / but this day" pierced right through to my heart.

This time, I was grabbed by "hope that will not / keep quiet / and be polite", which I incidentally mistyped as "be police" the first time. A telling mistake of where I think politeness may be failing us.

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