Hope

Sometimes hope seems far away. For a while, I sat as if face to face with an endless black wall. Nothing to do, nothing to move toward, nothing within sight except that big black wall. So what was there to do but think? Sit. Jump up and down. Do a headstand? When I started doing headstands, I started feeling a little better. Then, one day, winds came through from the South and blew me over. And suddenly I was facing away from that endless black wall. There was grass in front of me, and a big, blinding sunrise on the horizon, which warmed my frozen feet. I could wiggle my toes, so I pressed them into the soft ground. Gripping the soil, I felt rooted. Releasing my toes, an energy from within propelled my feet forward. When I lifted my head, the bright sun commanded my eyes' attention. What had seemed far away, now held me in its radiance. Hope.