To hope

 To hope against the odds


To hope against the odds our calling

To carry on when light is failing

To walk when the road grows steep

To support the pilgrims as they sleep


The dreamless sleep of voyagers

Who hurtle through space far from

Their first beginning and their origin

Further, faster, stranger, longer. 


To light a candle in the blackest space 

To hold our nerve when all despair

To refuse to yield to gnawing doubt

To double down and see it out. 


Getting dressed in pilgrim dorms

Rise with the dawn and heading west

Greet all strangers, brothers, sisters

Moments of grace to remember.


To walk on and march without knowing 

Where our journey at last will bring us

Embrace the moment, give without counting

Yielding to joy with the angels. 


The time for saving is now over 

Giving and sharing without caring

What is spent and what is remaining

To arrive at the end without owning. 

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