We tend to believe that hope and despair
Sit on the far ends of a spacious spectrum.
But, sometimes the distance between the two
Is razor thin.
Much depends upon circumstance.
I like the days
With a fat padding of ease,
Where I march about celebrating
The favorable conditions.
I don’t so much like the thin days,
The slim-pickins days
Where I’m driven to my knees
In unconditional dependence.
But it’s the thin days,
The narrow spaces,
That press me
Into your presence.
My inability to meet a need
Awakens sensibilities
That lie dormant
When everything falls in place.
You implore us to trust You,
No doubt about that
And much in this world
Makes that a stretch.
But it has been said
You will finish what you start,
So hope hangs on you
Not on me.
Philippians 1:6
kpeterson
February 2016
Fish and a Biscuit 
Love this 🙂
So good, Kerry. I can relate on many levels. I would love to join in your marching band, but will have to make due with standing on the high-wire with you, hands clasped, eyes focused forward not down, ever believing that this is not the end.
Oh so wonderful to read a post from you! Your beautiful words hit all the right tones. Much appreciated.
That is so beautiful, but even more — so true! You have a real gift for putting truth in a way that touches the soul. Thank you, Kerry, for these touching poems.
I read your poem again from a different place than where I was only last week. Tremendous loss looms and I feel so acutely the razor that slides between hope and despair. Hope was yesterday and despair threatens today. But I do not grieve like those who have no hope. Even as I begin the mourning process I will trust in Him. The only One who can bring hope and life. Thank you for your words. They minister to my soul.
With you. ❤️