"Hope is the thing with feathers. That perches in the soul. And sings the tune without words. And never stops at all." -Emily Dickinson
Hope is in the distance.
It is close.
Hope is in the child's laugh.
It is in the wisdom of the elderly.
Hope is in the present.
It is in the future.
Hope encompasses your dreams.
It holds the uncertainties.
Hope is the writer's pen.
It is in the writer's silence.
Hope brings people together.
It fuels standing up against tyranny.
Hope is what we stand on to launch our dreams.
Hope is in the Light.
It stands against the darkness.
Hope is what drives us forward.
If we lose our hope, then we lose everything.
Hope can be regained and can begin again.
It starts once again as a flicker.
Let the flicker burn.
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