Hope

Hope is the thing with wings. Hope has wings so it can fly. Hope is the thing, the light, in the darkness. It is the candle in a cave; it is the porch light that's been left on each night at your mom's for the past ten years. Hope has to have wings so it can fly. How else would it make our spirits soar? When we are lost in that cave, not knowing where we are or where we have been, it is the candle of hope that guides our way home. When you've done everything wrong, messed up your life big time, hope is the light on your mom's porch. Hope is the feeling that things will get better. Hope is stepping out of the cave into the sunshine. Hope is soaking your mom's shoulder and having her hold you like she did when you were five. Hope is for the present. We use it for the future. We hope for a better tomorrow. We hope for a better day-after-tomorrow. If hope is the thing with wings then we are its feathers. We, people who light the candles and flick on the lights, are hope's advocate. And as advocates of hope we share it with others. We share it with people who need it. With those who may have never known it. Hope is what saves people from the darkness in the world. Hope is the candle in the cave. Hope is the thing with wings.