Hope sits high on the mountain,
Looking out at the panorama of all creation.
Like rays of sunshine
That reveal the beauty and majesty
Hidden in the shadows below.
Hope casts a new light
Into situations that seem lost and forlorn.
It rains down upon us from above
And lives within our very being.
If only we don’t close off the flow.
There is still hope.
For when we open our hearts,
Even just a crack,
Hope can enter.
This is not that light-hearted “hope”
Of wishing for a beautiful day,
Or a smooth commute,
Or a winning lottery ticket.
That kind of “hope” only camouflages our fears
Of having a not so beautiful day,
Or a rough commute,
Or an empty wallet.
No, this is a place of deep hope.
The kind of hope that gives us life
When we feel buried alive
By fear or sorrow.
And if we could only come up for a gasp of air,
We might find it there,
Waiting for us.
For it is always there,
A glimmer of optimism
That eternally lives in possibility.
If we could only open our minds,
We might find answers to queries
Long lost in our darkness.
Sometimes when we are in that murky place,
Hope is the only thing we can reach for.
Faith and Trust are too far away.
Hope can move mountains,
And open the hearts of men.
It can open the door to creative solutions
By simply feeling it.
If we can find the courage
To open our hearts
And our minds,
Anything is possible…
So let’s start with hope.