Hope
“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - Emily Dickinson
To not know hope is to know bleakness. To not hope is to give up and give in to hopelessness. Can anything be more sad?
Hope is seen in Ukraine today in small acts of love, small acts of defiance against evil, comforting others as all experience the same conditions, not giving in to exceedingly difficult odds. This is Righteous Hope - Hope with a capital “H”. Hope is on display in the current David and Goliath story being played out there.
Hope keeps me moving forward. It both grounds me and lifts me. Hope is the indefinable essence of serenity. It is that which connects me to my Creator. Hope is Holy. Hope is a gift of surrendering to the underlying truth that the Love that is is always here.
When I can be a beacon of hope to others, may I get out of my own way to shine. When I need to be given a reminder, may I see that beacon around me through others.
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