Hope is not a pond, stagnant, a mere watering hole for livestock. Hope is a river, undammed to run free, at times gentle and reposed, at others raging and fierce. There are those who will attempt to control the river, but the river always finds a way, cutting a path of intention. Hope teems with life. Civilizations have set their lives along the course of the river, with dreams of a future, not only for themselves, but for their children and their children’s children. Hope is nothing to be ashamed of or to take lightly. It is a light, a driving force, which propels us over smooth spaces and rocky places. A single drop of hope is enough, for it, like the river, though small, is mighty.
Jamie Lewis