<![CDATA[Grant’s Substack]]>

<![CDATA[Grant’s Substack]]>https://www.granthope.nethttps://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!m7k-!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fff02a6e0-6ccb-489d-a1b4-300ff6e10f50_512x512.pngGrant’s Substackhttps://www.granthope.netSubstackTue, 28 Jul 2026 02:11:37 GMT<![CDATA[Cavern Respite]]>https://www.granthope.net/p/cavern-respitehttps://www.granthope.net/p/cavern-respiteThu, 23 Jul 2026 18:01:23 GMT

Inside a bright cavern
dawn seems to extend into infinite reflections
Deep roots have taken hold in this hollow underground
an estimable garden with such greenery that butterflies have made their home within

This is the escape I enjoy
trickling water, bustling birdsong, flittering wings
here I feel like royalty in a dress and long hair adorned in a crown of leaves
Such nature may not give me counsel, but it does bring me rest
seeing the flocking of butterflies to me like a mother’s nest

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]]><![CDATA[Family Certificate]]>https://www.granthope.net/p/family-certificatehttps://www.granthope.net/p/family-certificateTue, 21 Jul 2026 18:01:13 GMT

A child is coming into our small article of this world
the document has been written
the signature signed
jointly by the stroke of myself and this wonderful wife of mine

A woman beyond measure
none can compare
reverent and good
she is as excited as I am about building a home in life’s wood

Clearing away the chaff, stone, and trees
the core of this pillar protected by us, friends, and family

Feeling her belly
taking in her eyes
kissing her lips
I can feel the confidence in her words, breath, and hips

I will love this woman until the day I die and beyond
treating each member of this beautiful family with deliberate care
letting them know there is nothing on this blessed earth to which I am further fond

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]]><![CDATA[Hot Air Balloon Hop]]>https://www.granthope.net/p/hot-air-balloon-hophttps://www.granthope.net/p/hot-air-balloon-hopThu, 16 Jul 2026 18:00:14 GMT

As hot air balloons travel upwards
expanding ever further into Heaven
softly escaping tall grass into misty sky
creating a patchwork wall of colorful mass

Seizing the opportunity to jump the torch
three friends with impressive hops
spring closer to the sun
excited to take on this morning’s flying run

Rising higher and higher into the great beyond
who new such great leaps could be made with heat and taut fabric
and a sense for silly adventure and zany fun

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]]><![CDATA[Mutual Peak]]>https://www.granthope.net/p/mutual-peakhttps://www.granthope.net/p/mutual-peakTue, 14 Jul 2026 18:01:02 GMT

Hanging in the balance on the bark by the bay
is there truly a surrender more complete
than my man having conditioned himself to meet me
on this branch where I take a seat?

He’s come to me and prepared every hold to the peak
I’ve fixed myself
waiting anxiously
in all my nature I am as strong for him as he makes me weak

He is the trunk
I am the blossoms and leaves
no matter how old the wood gets
our roots stretch deep into the ground as we weave into each other
bearing fruit that we never knew could spring from our seed

Nothing makes us closer than hanging in the air
embracing the future
looking into each other’s eyes as we make our own season where there was none

His breath is the water
I am the sun

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]]><![CDATA[For The Princess!]]>https://www.granthope.net/p/for-the-princesshttps://www.granthope.net/p/for-the-princessThu, 09 Jul 2026 18:00:38 GMT

Swords, dragons, princesses, kings, queens, and knights
dresses, tights, crowns and royal beds
I’m the hero of it all!
Daddy you are the bad guy
you have to lose!

But I thought I was the knight in your kingdom!
“Nooooooo! We have to fight.
Otherwise the prince can’t save me.”
Aren’t you the hero?
“Yes.”
Well how about we have our fight here
then we run outside to slay the dragon
we can work together!

Alright. As a knight I must defend the princess and teach her how to slay the dragon should anything befall and besiege her kingdom. Swish, slash, mighty dagger!
Are you ready to match fire with steel?
“Yes daddy!”
Let’s be off then! For the kingdom! For the princess!

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]]><![CDATA[Lifting Hands to Glory]]>https://www.granthope.net/p/lifting-hands-to-gloryhttps://www.granthope.net/p/lifting-hands-to-gloryTue, 07 Jul 2026 18:01:06 GMT

The hands of a man and a woman hold a baby in cavernous dark
light within this endless suspension only reflecting off the surface of long worn and newly formed skin
Persistent patience and enduring joy embrace a future that will only etch further into the wrinkles of parental pride and worthy sacrifice
while squealing laughter begins to fill pudgy cheeks
between the still small sounds of silent sleep

What will become of the child as hands lift it closer to future light?
The cycle of life most precious with every possibility known
only one
to bring glory
and to come home

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]]><![CDATA[When The World Spins]]>https://www.granthope.net/p/when-the-world-spinshttps://www.granthope.net/p/when-the-world-spinsThu, 02 Jul 2026 18:00:06 GMT

When the world spins
throwing us to the side
I look to you
knowing your heart is focused on pulling both of us through

Even in slanted pitch
the rest I find in the peaceful lock of your eyes
stroking your hair
there is no danger beyond repair

With each step toward the abyss of eternity
I can see the fuller picture with you alongside
when low to the ground the ceiling of the sky drops
falling seems to assure I am grounded

I don’t just have God to greet me at the end of it all
but your arms today
I stand up on shaky ground with strength I never knew I had
as you carry me to the rock away from shifting sand

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]]><![CDATA[Godfrey]]>https://www.granthope.net/p/godfreyhttps://www.granthope.net/p/godfreyTue, 30 Jun 2026 18:00:35 GMT

Oh knight
in heavy plating
what do you see
along the way to the Holy Land
watching comrades die
as their bones stack like grains of sand

Fighting Religious
righteousness in war
is there such a thing without God’s decree
even then
it's not the intent of the design He bore

The horrific imperfections you aim to iron away as you grind through years
meeting the walls of bloodshed at gates in arid earth
If all people are to be blessed through the patriarch of Abraham
then you must see the difference between light and pogrom

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]]><![CDATA[Purity in the Face of Human Convolution]]>https://www.granthope.net/p/purity-in-the-face-of-human-convolutionhttps://www.granthope.net/p/purity-in-the-face-of-human-convolutionThu, 25 Jun 2026 18:00:07 GMT

Looking into the eyes of my child
one so small
trying to teach them self-control and purity
freedom and responsibility
kindness without maligning the word of God
sensitivity without becoming numb to the truth

Integrity and seriousness
fun and play
wisdom in their speech that cannot be condemned

all while realizing that I am guiding them to be a master of all this
when I have only reached so far
some ways by my own hand
others by omission
now my strengths and shortcomings I cannot ignore
there is a life looking up to me to fill them with the way things should be

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]]><![CDATA[Phrenetic]]>https://www.granthope.net/p/phrenetichttps://www.granthope.net/p/phreneticTue, 23 Jun 2026 18:00:17 GMT

Wheeling and peeling
through a red hot road
there’s only one gear
one revving mode
high and hot
loud as the open road
it’s not too hard to crack this analog code

Red bikes
rubber streak
circles so tight it seems so bleak
there she is smiling
styling poise
hair raising in the heat and noise
---
What do you do when the street gangs up on you
take it like a champ
dance all the way through
command the way
turn the assault inside out
light the way
burn the flames out
---
Combustion
it's all inside
take that energy
let the bikes glide
move that piston
let the pressure expand
rise that temp
move forward on command
chemical, kinetic
ride like the wind
speak your mind with wheels worn thin
when you arrive
and the end is nigh
no one can say you let your dreams die

it's all phrenetic

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]]><![CDATA[Stretching to Blue Horizon]]>https://www.granthope.net/p/stretching-to-blue-horizonhttps://www.granthope.net/p/stretching-to-blue-horizonThu, 18 Jun 2026 18:01:12 GMT

Holding head on the ground
slowly pulling legs high
standing on elbows
surrounded by air without walls
as the ocean stretches on to blue horizon
a scene of those riding surf ahead
while the sun shines in this moment on the shore

Stretching in a fetal position
flexion of the back
releasing tension into the wet sand of the coast

Breathing slows as motions of the water retreat
knees to chest
below full open sky
waves rolling into walls of foam before their final stretch towards the sand

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]]><![CDATA[Part of Home]]>https://www.granthope.net/p/part-of-homehttps://www.granthope.net/p/part-of-homeTue, 16 Jun 2026 18:01:04 GMT

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Friends for so many years they can remember their little faces
making fun of each other for getting braces
caring enough to share each other’s toys
looking out for one another at school
being confident to cook while still not knowing what to do

As their worlds became a little bigger
they wondered if life might pull them away
if growing up meant giving each other up was a price they had to pay

Instead they found a window to the wider world
only meant that no matter how close or how far
that keeping each other close was no chore at all

Each time they meet
taking a picture from the windowsill from where they first played
talked about what they wanted out of each passing day
they never forget that however big or small
whatever stands in their individual way
their bond will always stand tall
that part of home is here to stay

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]]><![CDATA[Warmth in a Sunset Cycle]]>https://www.granthope.net/p/warmth-in-a-sunset-cyclehttps://www.granthope.net/p/warmth-in-a-sunset-cycleThu, 11 Jun 2026 18:00:19 GMT

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Cycling
pushing air around with each pulse of our rotating feet
into the night with its sun fading views
no matter how dark it gets
as long as we hold each other’s hands along the path to where our hearts reside
I don’t have to see your silhouette to know the way

I can hear the gears spinning under the night clouds billowing
the mist building around the spokes as fog falls
our warmth keeps us above low sky
raising over storms below
until the sky lights up again
hearing the laugh that accompanies your smile
will be when the sun rises
and my heart slows down to stare into your eyes for a morning mile

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]]><![CDATA[Binding Ring]]>https://www.granthope.net/p/binding-ringhttps://www.granthope.net/p/binding-ringTue, 09 Jun 2026 18:00:59 GMT

Some say marriage is at the heart of life
the chapter by which one’s story doesn’t just turn another page but takes a step forward

Actually, it’s a symbol of praise and exaltation
not just for one another but to the throne of God on high
as pages of pulp bind to leather and we are given a pen
so too does the maker of all things breathe wonder into the story of us all

There is but one ring that can bind a fantasy bound in the pages of life
to not be alone is meant to teach
that the heart of God for all creation is to hold it close
that the dedication to all that is good in this world
is that which is in His mind
and is not to be breached

The gift of sacrifice is constructed in the freedom of will
and finished with wonder from “I do” to breath’s final spell

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]]><![CDATA[Nature Calls to Build]]>https://www.granthope.net/p/nature-calls-to-buildhttps://www.granthope.net/p/nature-calls-to-buildThu, 04 Jun 2026 18:01:12 GMT

Awaking to light, stone, and water
looking to the back of this shallow river
I am surrounded by steep riverbanks and a thick bed of trees

A fledgling to this waterway piled with hard remnants of eternities past
a woman covered in light and shade looks my way
as if she has been expecting me to stir for a period protracted

“Welcome to the river forgotten,” she says.
“You are at nature’s edge. I am the woman of the wood.”
“In time immemorial I wait for the end of the age when man dies and so too does nature with no creature to be its master.”

“It has been millennia since this domain teemed with all manner of life. The winds have stopped kicking, the leaves are still. It’s so quiet that even this trickling water echoes throughout the remnants of this cruel and indifferent nature”.

Indeed, I can hear the murmurous ripples from the woman’s feet as if they were sloshing in quarrel with my ears. It takes quite an effort to focus and hear through the wet emptiness.

“You’ll adjust. Breathe heavily, exert, and build. The sounds of life will find balance and make the sounds of silence still. Then the way beyond the thick trees will open. Your activity here will make rain and bring a balance to life again. And when the waters rise above the tree line, you’ll find your way home and back again.”

And so, that is the way I lived. Somehow in my human nature I knew that I was both larger than life but tied to its roots. I had dominion over every creature and fielded all manner of life for food, shelter, speaking my purpose quietly and with increasing might. Every now and again I’d see the woman of the wood with the reflection of the river in her thigh. As the water level rose so did the water dance further up her form, and when the reflection finally reached her face, the tree line was broken.

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]]><![CDATA[Midas Rose]]>https://www.granthope.net/p/midas-rosehttps://www.granthope.net/p/midas-roseTue, 02 Jun 2026 18:00:09 GMT

Curls of an aureate mermaid
frizzling in a host of amber gold
running fingers through her hair would encounter midas strands

As reflective as gem of bronzite
a halo passes through each fiber to brilliant auburn skin
the shell of her eyes and lips covered in dark coral lush

Can she hear in the walls of golden coil brush rustling in her ears?
Is beauty timeless beyond its years?
What is in the depths of the mind ocean beyond rose gold covered eyes

To conceal and know
it is one of the glories of kings
but to understand you must turn mystery’s page to know the heart of things

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]]><![CDATA[Enchanted Green]]>https://www.granthope.net/p/enchanted-greenhttps://www.granthope.net/p/enchanted-greenThu, 28 May 2026 18:00:59 GMT

There is an old stone bridge in an enchanted wood
carved with lines
covered in vines
about as mysterious as something surrounded by forest should be

There is a shallow river with current soft
running under
flowing wonder
a current as peaceful and wet as toes that are dipped in them can get

There, gradated illumination older than even ancient trees
growing thick
twisting licks
a portal moving from shine to shade revealing each color in wad

Nature, around every bend
rolling lush streams
is only outshined in awe
by the dream my woman brings

There is a future ahead in these walls green
vivid, live
full of blithe
a peace plain in unadorned tan as moving ahead becomes our plan

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]]><![CDATA[One More Ballad for an Old Man]]>https://www.granthope.net/p/one-more-ballad-for-an-old-manhttps://www.granthope.net/p/one-more-ballad-for-an-old-manTue, 26 May 2026 18:00:37 GMT

How many years has it been?
It’s been so many that our memories feel like yesterday
I look at the love in your eyes from this moment to all the way back

Every step we’ve taken led us to each other
where the journey of life in unison started
Reaching to stroke your hair
the trust to take everything in our arms coursed through the sound of our breathing
all time has always felt still while our romance seems to never stop steaming

Until death do us part
your hands in mine
I am thankful to have been bestowed a gift so divine

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]]><![CDATA[Life In, Life Out]]>https://www.granthope.net/p/life-in-life-outhttps://www.granthope.net/p/life-in-life-outThu, 21 May 2026 18:01:01 GMT

At the end of the hall of preparation
in front of the door to a life wide open
light fades into one concentrated streak

A bare-chested woman observes the shadow of her figure on the wall
wondering if by peering through the peephole she’ll know how to receive the life outside
she can’t tell for sure if she’s pretty

As her dark outline oscillates between the way she is and what she could be
in the thin sliver of light
she wonders when her goals to be beautiful became torment
what gave her the why
and when was self-reflection kissed goodbye

Don’t let being fearfully and wonderfully made turn to vanity
2 Corinthians 4:16
“Do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.”
There is a place for beauty
flesh is not a shield
it is a cover to the soul
whether in leather or paperback
take the time to make sure the outside is a reflection of the bullet of conviction
from your heart to the back

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]]><![CDATA[Studio Vitiligo]]>https://www.granthope.net/p/studio-vitiligohttps://www.granthope.net/p/studio-vitiligoTue, 19 May 2026 18:00:50 GMT

Studio Vitiligo
inspired in name by the patchwork materials with which it was built
a barren space of decades-worn wood
faded beige
finish stripped in blotches from innumerable artists spending innumerable time dedicated to their craft
now ready to close

Curled up
is the last artist to know the timeline
touched by light through cloudy pane
reflecting off bone white walls
Her skin is fading as well through a disease of the same name
holding herself in a child’s pose
packing it in
as an era comes to an end
she embraces knowing so
is to fill the next chapter with patchwork of her own

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