When cool, gray skies replace sunny days, I wish for her.
In the midst of the thunderous, heavy rain, I yearn for her.
When shadows are all around me, I ache for her.
In the days that my very presence creates unyielding distress, it is she that I seek.

She is my light in the darkness.
Hope is never lost.
Like a nurturing mother, she is there.
She reassures us of that light at the end of the tunnel.
She instills the drive within us to keep the faith.

When our paths are shaken, hold onto hope.
When we seem to lose ourselves, hope will cling to our spirits.
As if she's saying, "hang in there, take it slow, you'll make it."

Life can bring plenty of sorrow.
We need the internal push to keep going.
Seek out hope's hand.

She isn't too hard to find.
Follow me..
Take a moment,  breathe in and breathe out.
Pause and now look up at the world around you.
Observe the beautifully crafted skies and the free-spirited birds.
Observe the uniform movement of the trees and the way the wind moves them about in an orchestrated symphony.
Please take it all in.

You're in the now for a reason.
Hope is closer than you think.