Hope

Hope is a fragile thing

It is what spurs you when you awaken in the morning to start your day, and it keeps you humming as life presents its little surprises

It is that spark that lets you see the brightness on a bleak morning, and it showers you with the fragrance of Spring, even when it is the dead of Winter

It is what you see in the eyes of children as they begin to discover all the potential that life has to give to them

It is what allows you see the profound love that grows between two people and lets your heart blossom with fullness beauty

But hope is fragile, and it dies in an instant - and along with it goes the wonder and the excitement and the desire to seek the new day. So you cry and you grieve - for what - you may never fully know - except that with time and healing - you can - if you are truly blessed - find the spark of hope growing in your life once again.