Faith, Hope and A Love Letter in 7 minutes

A very short thing about a very big thing.

The words ‘faith, hope and love’ reached me as a trio through occasional church visits and Starsailor around the same time. By this point, though, I’d had some time with them as individual sentiments. Enough to have a sense of what they might mean when people used them.

Faith was something people held on to, sometimes pointed at a God, music, or other people. Faith made people use their hands; fists punching the air, gesticulating wildly, or clasped together, grasping like the word.

Hope was sometimes hard to distinguish from faith, but felt like it leant forwards into the wind more, somehow. Like, maybe there was less evidence but we were hoping anyway, because that’s what hope is.

Love was what I felt for my parents, my friends, my pets, the trees and using my hands to make things. It was quiet, and certain.

All three words could be prefixed with the word ‘blind’, which seemed to make their presence less likely but more present.