Where there is darkness may I bring your light. Come Lord, your servant listens. Speak that I may do your will. Hope sparkles on the coldest nights when our perspective allows for the seeking of beauty. Hope whistles in the strongest wind when we have learned how to listen for it. Hope is born of thanks. Gratitude leads to the expectation that is named hope. Hope is a seed sized promise that there are surprises ahead that we won't want to miss. Hope is visible in each flake of snow when we take time to look and permit ourselves to realize the gifts that come with curiosity and appreciation. Look long into the star filled night sky and just breathe. Look and breathe. Accept the beauty and majesty before you as you peer upwards. Say thank you. Mean it. Thank you for such exceptional truth. Stars and planets and possibly, silence. Take it in as if you will never see it again. Hope is fruit of thanks. You will need hope some moment when unexpected news causes inner crumbling and unbearable pain. You must know hope so you are incapable of forgetting it when fear becomes a great dark presence threatening to consume you. You must have a strong hand to reach for and hope will be your connection to that hand. You need hope to stretch across the deepest of chasms that obliterate your path and throw you off balance. Hope may be a sliver of light beneath a door or it may be the memory of light on the other side of a door that blocks all the light. You must accept your need for hope and collect what you need in experience to call on when your beliefs are torn apart. Hope will guide your hand to choose peace over death. We all need hope. Peace to you.
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