I am a collector
of hope.

Life shows me
loss, and I’ll
show Life love,
because pearls
are formed
when we
heap
the good
upon the rub
of hard grain.

I am a collector
of hope.

You tell me I can’t,
and I will tell you
about possibility
and dream
and desire
and perseverance.

I am a collector
of hope.

Show me the worst,
and I’ll find the best.
Show me the hurting,
and I’ll find the beauty.
Show me your soul,
and I’ll see the light.
Show me the dark,
and I’ll remind you
that’s the space
where the
stars gleam
and guide.

I am a collector
of hope.

It’s who I am.
It’s what I do.
It’s all I be.
Grabbing it into me
in fistfuls
and armfuls
and bountiful grasps- –

Because I think:
no matter,
no what,
no how,
the love is always stronger
the love is always stronger– –
and I believe.

I believe.