A Couple of Phrases I Abhor:

“It is what it is.”

What a defeatist mentality! 

“I didn’t get what I wanted 

But I got what I need.”

…aka 

“I don’t actually like what is

So to put up with it,

I’ll tell myself it was the better option.” 

Will hoping 

Just disappoint?

When our hopes are 

Mirages 

Images

Lit 

So dimly

Down here?

When they finally arrive

They’re sure

To surprise

Will they carry discontent?

With them 

When they come?

They’ll probably bring the 

Same kind of wrestling

I’m prone to doing 

In each season

Already

(The one I’m doing now

As I write this poem)

What if we could be so content

So surprised

What if our hope,

Finally 

Showing up,

Was actually 

Better

Than when we dreamt it up?

And we could actually 

See it

And ingest

The reality

Being

Richer

Fuller

Deeper

Still

May we not 

Grow weary 

Of dreaming

And asking 

God to outdo 

Us. 

(And all our dreaming

And scheming)