Hope may hide but it never disappears. Like the wind it simply waits to be awakened, to be appreciated and to be stirred.
Hope lies within the depths of the human spirit, often bruised and beaten, often buried, yet it never dies. It lies beneath the sod, breathing through a reed.
Hope waits in the wings of the theater of life, watching as we are torn and shaken by life’s events. It watches as we despair, awaiting its cue to play its part.
Hope is always free.
Hope surrounds us as air, daylight and comforts of rest
Hope is all around us in many hiding places.
It waits in the bulb of a daffodil, in its infinite wisdom knowing when to burst forth in a riot of yellow, white or sun drenched orange.
Hope waits within each seed of life, holding the genetic secrets deep within. To taste a celery seed is to taste the entire crop. One single basil seed can grow into a plant so hearty as to provide a summer of pesto. A single tomato seed can germinate and climb a wall carrying its abundance of red fruit on its back.
Hope naps within a rosebud awaiting its debut.
Hope lies within each act of love between a childless couple.
Hope alights within each crack of dawn.
Hope floats within each breaking wave as it grabs the sandy shore.
Hope wrestles with despair within an aching heart as it courteously waits for despair to stop shouting and acting out as the angry child in the room.
Hope is born with us or may actually precede us and longs to help light our way.
It is we who allow it to thirst, to starve and to take a backseat in our life.
Hope is never pushy, invasive or goes where it is not invited.
If hope leaves us for a while, it is by choice, often unconscious but always a choice.
Hope cannot breathe in a room full of melancholia, cynicism and pessimism.
Hope is often alive in grief and is the unknown relative holding the grieving one in its arms.
Hope is often our only friend and ally.
Hope is there when all else leaves.
Choose hope and it will surprise you with its strength and the miracles it brings.