Hope is such a powerful and beautiful concept. Where there is hope, there is light. Hope is the flickering candle in the darkest night. Hope is spirit shining deeply within us.
Hope is our loved ones whispering "all is good." I am happy, I am full of peace.
Hope reminds us that death is not the end of life. Death is a passageway to new life.
Hope is the essence of life itself bubbling up, effervescent, flowering in the spring snow.
I hear my daughter in the bird song of early spring. I see her in the fawn that steps to nibble the new growth on the side of the trail. I feel her in the breeze that she's so loved.
Her love and presence continues.
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