Hope

Hope hangs in the air,

it's a big, blue helium balloon

rising up to the home of God.

Hope is such a precious thing,

often mistaken to be only in

lofty prayers, but now,

it is in the political realms,

way up in to the utopian ionosphere where

dreams are born.

Now there are wishful visions that make us sniff that new car smell, feeling like a newborn babe 

Even love has crept back out 

of the mucky swamp

that lies in our country's capital.

It's as if God is has thrown us a line

of a rainbow’s ribbon,

so we may catch that tenuous ring of freedom hovering in the air.

This country, conceived 

to be a better, fairer, more inclusive state,  where we all could live 

one, with God, in whatever form

that we believe.

The air feels warmly full of light,

a promise of His presence,.