HOPE FOUND Hope festers in swamps where days are gray, swarms of bugs hoard the way, and

life seems to bog down. It grows in the hearts of men who just yesterday were at wits end, whose life was beyond mend and each act seemed a sin. Standing alone against all odds, it demands one's attention like lightning rods it grabs the spark out of this dimension. Grabs it, shakes it, and thunders it into the ground where it all but sunders all that which is around. Just when you need it, it is there just in the nick of time, by a gnat's hair. Reach out and touch it and you will find that you can see, no longer blind. That you can make it to the next day, that you can find your way amongst all the debris of life, amidst all the toil and strife. Hope is there to guide your steps into the uncertain future. One without any maps but one of which you can be sure. Reach out! Hope has been found. -------------------------------mindbringer, 3 July 2013