There in the distance I see it
a glimmer like diamonds
Though I may be blindly slogging through mire
This small light appears ahead
At first I wonder
Is it a mirage?
Is it real?
Can I trust it?
Yet as I slowly approach
It grows toward me
A spark shimmers onto my skin
Racing fire through my veins
Igniting my heart
Until I know it by name
Hope
And suddenly nothing is the same.
“I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world.” Mother Theresa
Wow, this is really good! Hope is so important.
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