Hope Does Float

Hope is a wave

That rises and falls

That seems at times to evaporate into thin air

The harder we look for it

The more elusive it can become

It is not the answer or the fix

It is the fuel that keeps our journey interesting

It is the essence of inner courage that miraculously reappears

Just at the right time

Never far away

Always playful

A fairy-like ray of light dancing across a pond in the darkest forest of our night

It beacons:

Come, follow me. Leave the darkened forest that blocks the light of Truth. Dance with me into the open meadow where sunlight freckles skin, where rain might kiss your lips, where grass might tickle and poke at your understanding. Come, I will meet you there. Together we will discover the you that you have been looking for.