
Hope
Heavy clouds, heavy skies, heavy hearts. We know them all here in the land of fallen dreams. In the still of the morning, before the day is much started, there is time to reflect. A life reflected upon gives a taste of what’s past, what is, and what is to come. Were it not for the promise of brighter days, life could be a drudge. And yet … brighter days promise. Radiant rays promise hope. Hope is the anticipation of what is promised, though yet some days distant. Clouds, skies, hearts. Things are looking up.
But, lo, there breaks a yet more glorious day; the saints triumphant rise in bright array; the King of Glory passes on His way. Alleluia!


