Maybe you’ve felt it,
perhaps it floats to the surface every now and again.
Like a buried treasure,
it can be locked away or reasoned with.
I believe it resides someplace deep and real;
uniquely different from love.
It’s beyond what the eye perceives,
burrowed in the soul
far, far down
nestled with bone, twisted through tendon,
sleeping silently in cells.
It’s everywhere and through everything human
A testament of undeserving grace.
When you’ve seen it, really seen it
rubbed up against it,
smelled its essence
Lavish it upon yourself,
wear it like a coat of brilliant reds and golds,
toss it carelessly like confetti….everywhere
It is our human fanfare.
Full of Hope