I move guided by hope

not sight.

I know that just the tiniest

bit of belief will get me

far, no matter if I’m blind.

I see fear of death in

the quiet brown of your eyes.

I see you are also worried,

worried you’ll have to pay

more than just your life.

I hear Him — all the time.

I hear Him — into day and

when mourning night.

I know, the sun was once

just empty light,

I know that we’ve only made

it this far because of

all the fight.

I am certain, what matters is

hope, never height.

I will jump from this building

and, by God, I will fly.