Hope wore a grey jumper
Bobbled and torn
Stretched at the neck
Nondescript, even dull...
Pointing and whispering
From deep within the Crowd.
Faith heard his quiet gesturing
Setting her astir
Tugging at the heart
Persisting, even urgent...
Beckoning towards a Path.
Love was hard waking
Quietly seeking refuge
Sickened by cynical flirts
Wary, even fleeing...
Hiding from graceless starts.
But Now,
Stirring to Hope's quiet gesturing
To trust this gathered mass.
Now,
Awakened by Faith's moving
To sooth fear-wearied eyes.
Now,
Rising, this threesome...
Again, for this worthwhile walk
...this ready crowd
Once stilled to "a sleep"
And Now,
No more!