Hope

Hope is reconnecting with old friends. And making new ones.

Hope is right before dawn, when the sky is turning a deep deep blue, preparing for a new day.

Hope is goosebumps and jitters, like when you are high on coffee.

Hope is a rose in full bloom.

Hope is a smile, bright as the sun.

Hope is words, encouraging, sweet, believing, refreshing.

Hope is a song, a song in the ears, a song in the heart.

Hope is like petals of a flower, soft and smooth.

It's there. Sometimes I forget. There are times when hope seems so far away, when everything is dark and it seems like there will never again be light.

But then hope comes in one form or another. And it reminds me that there is a G-d, and that the world is good. I just have to open my eyes and see it. Let it come to me, let it filter in to my world and my existance.

It's there. Let it touch you with it's soft wings.