Hope: Such a Little Word
Hope is the one thing that keeps me going. Hope that today will be better than yesterday. Hope that this or that will work out. Hope is like a tiny fluttering you feel that is your heart beating and it grows when we give it the right fuel.
When tragedies hit, many tears will be shed and hearts will hurt but hope will spring just as the crocus and daffodil bulbs push through the soil and peek their tiny little heads.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
Hope is that tiny seed that will not let us quit..that makes us keep trying when everything seems so hard. And hope is what makes us get up in the mornings and say “Ok, I will try one more time”.
I look back at my life…the things I have gone through and I realize that without hope….I might not be here for I would not have fought as hard as I did. Even in the darkest times, hope was there.
“Hope is like a bird, who sensing dawn, begins to sing even though it is dark.”
Hope is like that single candle in the dark. Once people begin lighting their candles from it, the flame grows stronger and stronger. When we come together in times of trouble, sorrow and pain…we make the hope grow stronger. It is when we try to fight alone, that hope seems to be so far away.
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