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How fruitless to be ever thinking yet never embrace a thought... to have the power to believe and believe it's all for naught. I, too, have reckoned time and truth (content to wonder if not think) in metaphors and meaning and endless patterns of ink. Perhaps a few may find their way to the world where others live, sharing not just thoughts I've gathered but those I wish to give. Tom Kapanka

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By Grace, I'm a follower of Christ. By day, I'm a recently retired school administrator; by night (and always), I'm a husband and father (and now a grandfather); and by week's end, I sometimes find myself writing or reading in this space. Feel free to join in the dialogue.

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Hope

Hopes have a secret parlor
just big enough for two
with a loveseat near a reading lamp
and a window with a view.










Hope_ is a high cathedral
where we sometimes sit alone
in the silence of the stained glass
and the certainty of stone.

Hopes and dreams that happen
are the stuff of happiness
but more enduring is the Joy
of Hope… without the “s.”

© Copyright 2003, Patterns of Ink
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“…and we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God.
Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings,
because we know that suffering produces perseverance;
perseverance, character; and character, hope.
And hope does not disappoint us…” Romans 5:1-5

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To Jim and Heather, 2003

1 Comments:

Blogger Owens Five said...

Tom,
Somehow I still feel I should call you "Mr. Kapanka". It is completely a respect issue...nothing to do with age. I just now read the comment that you posted on our blog. Thank you for that, and also for allowing us in on a glimpse of your life as well.
Kurt and Joy Owens

30/10/06 10:19 AM  

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