Hopson’s poetry reminds the reader of God’s redeeming love with persistence and grace.
On every page of Hopson’s collection, in the upper right-hand corner, there is a cross taking up roughly one quarter of the space. Its omnipresence is symbolic for Hopson, a poet for whom the saving power of Jesus’ life and death is never far from mind. There is a perfect demonstration of this idea in the piece aptly titled “Meanwhile,” which opens in medias res: “Meanwhile, back at the cross / Where we met our hero, / The air was calm and silent. / All around was felt the sorrow — / Innocent, blood-soaked ground, / A sentence of misjudging.” For the poet, it seems, Christ’s sacrifice happens eternally; meanwhile, we go about our daily lives. The author doesn’t want us to forget this simple, striking truth. Hopson notes that he never got past the ninth grade, but his verse nonetheless shows a fine intellect at work. He prefers writing in quatrains, tidy four-line blocks with end rhymes connecting the second and last lines. Sometimes, these stanzas stretch out, as in the elegant, playful “Soul Provider”: “We feast on the abundance of your house. / We drink from your river of delight. / Life’s fountain flows from deep within you. / From your radiance, we receive our light.” The rhyme here—“delight” and “light”—is carefully chosen, emphasizing the “radiance” of divine love. Elsewhere, Hopson’s stanzas are much briefer—even terse—as in “Tattered”: “Space in time / Slightly ajar, / All in all / Who you are.” Yet even in these quick jabs of language, we see the poet’s wit and passion. Perhaps the volume’s only defect is that the author so seldom wanders from what is obviously his preferred form. Hopson is an able poet, and we’d love to see him try his hand at a wider variety of structures and styles.
Devotional poetry that uplifts and inspires.