Hope? Time can only tell…

Dancing on the clouds

Thousands and thousands of them

Raising my arms high

Twirling with freedom

Spinning with abandon

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Beauty

for

Ashes?

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Will it ever come?

Is joy for me?

Is hope for real?

Do I dare?

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“Hide!” I hear them scream

Those voices of caution and fear

“Run!” I hear them cry out

They overwhelm

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But up ahead…

Is that light I see?

Or is it a mirage?

Is it hope?

Or is it desolation?

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Ah, yes, I must find out.

I must, oh, I must.

Just possibly…

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Sweet laughter

Calmness

Peace

Yes, I have dared to hope again.

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How strange

How odd

What a new feeling

But will it betray?

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Time can only tell…yes, time can only tell.

A broken seashell…

She stared at the broken seashell.  Where there had been a shiny, glittering surface before now ran a jagged crack, rough and ugly.  Gently she picked up the broken shell…turning it over and over in her hand.  That’s when she saw it…her breath caught deep in her throat.  The true beauty of the shell was found from within; it glowed with a shiny opalescent hue, shimmering under the light from the sun.  Without the awful crack, she never would have seen it.  Pain and breaking had a purpose.

Giving up

Looking up, she felt the weight of everything settling down on her.  The night breeze did nothing to ease the crushing heaviness.  She tried to take a deep breath, but her chest felt tight…as if in a vise, slowly, slowly drawing tighter.  And, a tear slipped from her eye, slid down her cheek, and dropped silently to the dusty ground.

“It’s to much.” Her voice was a whisper…the merest of whispers.

For just a moment, she gave up.  Sinking down on the ground, she let everything crash around her feet.   The rainclouds of her soul burst and flooded her heart.  The tears came and her shoulders shook.

“I can’t be brave anymore.”  Her voice cracked and broke…the sound of heartache.

She tried to gather herself together.  No one would ever see her like this.  No one would know she had given up.  No one would know…no, not a single soul.

And when God saw fit to release her from all this, then she would praise Him.   And, if it was possible…if she found a way…she would praise Him now.  Yes, even now…for He was God.