A Present Called Hope

What would it be like, a present of hope.
Gift wrapped and tied up with a fancy bow?
In a simple box, nondescript, with a lid that doesn't match?

Would the box be big? Small?
Would it be heavy? Light as a feather? Or somewhere in between.
Would it be bright, arresting red? Polka dots? Plain white?

What would hope sound like?
If you rattle the box while holding it to your ear
Would you hear it whisper to you?

Would you hear it call your name?
Telling you to wait
As it struggles to get out?

If someone hid it under the bed so you wouldn't find it
Would the dog sniff it out as it makes its morning rounds?
And tell you there was hope to be found if you looked?

Who gives such presents anyway?
Whimsical people, i wonder.
Optimists, inclined to dreaming.

Or maybe dreamers.
And believers.
And those who won't give up.

Or idealists and romantics.
And those who throw pragmatism to the winds
Just to see what might come of it.

What would it be like, a present of hope?
Gift wrapped just for you.
And offered when you expect it the least.