Cling to Hope

There are moments when hope feels like a fleeting bird, scattering at any noise or movement.  Here one moment, gone the next.  Times when peace flee and darkness creeps beyond the shadows.

But just as birds fly away, they do come back, never truly gone.  Hope is always near, whether we feel it close or not.

We all have our battles.  We're all shaking somehow, someway.  This can be mental, emotional, spiritually, or physically.  Pains we understand.  Pains that are a mystery.

No matter what, cling to hope.  Cling to light.  If you can't find it, trust it.  Believe it.  Don't give up.  Find that spark, that whimpering ember, and nourish it.  Protect it.  Blow on it a little, encourage it.  Add wood and cloth.  Shelter it from wind and rain, even if it stays small.  That's okay.  No mater how small your hope may be, you still have it, and it may remain small for awhile, that's okay, too.  Sparks grow into flames, and flames spread, massive, wide, but all ranging fires start small.

No matter your battles, cling to the spark.  Cling to hope.  Believe in the flame.

Sarah