Hope is the thing
That pushes its head
through the earth,
Unfurling its pale green
For all to see.
It’s the expectation of blooms,
Unwinding from a tiny bud,
Blooms more vibrant and colorful
Than imagination.
Hope is the realization
that dead, shriveled things,
long buried in the ground,
Will one day rise again
to a glorious new world
with no more tears.
It’s the expectation of
that new world,
Far more glorious
than Spring.
Today, may you find hope in Jesus.
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