Hope
Intangible yet ever so existent
Physically untouchable yet within reach
My eyes look up to the sky, searching
Searching for a way out
A way through
For more strength out of struggle
For more relief out of this pain
For more healing from suffering and seeming defeat
For more comfort and trust in this chaos
For more acceptance, compassion, love out of this separation and hatred.
These wars.
Where does this internalized pain go when it has nowhere to be communicated, thus released?
As collective hurt, anger, depression, anxiety, loneliness, disease, turmoil – suffering – into the world.
Because we have not learned how to be with our own self, in all of our entirety. Lovingly. Peacefully. Tenderly.
It sits inside of each of us until we are ready to face, hold and look at it with the utmost compassion and love, the way it has been waiting, longing to be.
And deserves to be. It's a part of you and I. Every part of ourselves deserves to be seen.
But not of our own doing.
Only He could do the unthinkable.
Unravel, patiently, by your side.
The Light of the World
Protector
Redeemer
Faithful
Healer
Light
Grace
Forgiving
Merciful
Love
Perfect, Unconditional Love.
No matter the wavering circumstances, God is unchanging and so, too, is our beacon of Hope.