Hope Springs

What could stop a spring from bubbling, from moving, from influencing?

What inspires life to spring from the ashes willingly?

Inevitably, Hope springs.

What makes the wounded get up and try again?

What is the will to live? From where does it flow?

Purposefully, Hope springs.

After the darkest hour.

What more proof of Love do we require?

Indubitably, Hope springs.

Before birth, after death.

After birth, before death.

Identically, Hope springs.

Here we are lost. Here we are found.

Here we forget. Here we awaken.

Eternally, Hope springs.

Here we hurt. Here we discover.

Here we wound. Here we find love.

Now, Hope springs.

The unexpected, yet awaited.

Like new life found stretching upward from between the cracks.

Hope springs.