HOPE.

That little light far off in the distance.

HOPE.

The light in the night sky.

HOPE.

I need to move towards it. That’s my hope.

It’s very dark.

My hope is a beacon in this darkness. I move closer still. My hope is getting brighter.

The darkness still surrounds. Yet I still see that light.

It burns brighter and whispers “I am here”

Hope

I move closer, I’m trying to reach out, trying to grasp a hold of the light in the darkness.

I hope.

Hope tells me “you are not alone” – Hope says “I am here. “

Suddenly, I realize that the light isn’t far away. Suddenly, I realize that the light was always with me. I just didn’t know that the light was always shining within me.

HOPE

Hope shines and it radiates out. It is light. The darkness is diminished. Hope is bright and it radiates from me.

Hope is love. I grasp a hold of my hope.

HOPE