A Glimpse of Hope

Slip through the door,
With eyes on the ground.
Another day
Shivering in the darkness,
Weary from the slog
Of trudging through this dry land.

But today,
Look around
And glimpse
Hope.

Shoots of green
Are pushing their way through
The dense cold ground.
New life is emerging.
Seeds that were buried
Have been broken
So that something more
Could be birthed.

Even the air feels different now.
Anticipation of the future
Is being carried in the breeze.
Breathe deep
The fresh wonder of
All that is being made new.

Everything is the same
And yet
Everything has changed.

This is spring.
This is Easter.

When Grace cracks open,
Hope pushes through,
And Joy emerges from the darkness.

This is spring. This is Easter. When Grace cracks open, Hope pushes through, and Joy emerges from the darkness.
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