Hope Rewarded

Hope 

In the rain and the rainbow

Singing and sleeping

The dew and the grass

 

In the twinkling of stars

Laughter of children

The smile of age

 

In the leaves of the trees

Sunshine

The coming dawn

 

In the music of springtime

Aroma of sweetness

The hidden blush of the bloom

 

In the beat of a heart

Breath of a hero

The eyes of love

- gina valley

 

The rain this week has reminded me about how easy it is to lose sight of the sun, of the light of our life; how easy it is to forget why we run and walk and write and love and laugh and strive and serve.

But, it’s also reminded me that the sun is always there even when it is hidden by the clouds, that eventually the clouds part and the light is bright again.

And, isn’t that what hope is after all? Holding fast to faith that the clouds have hidden the sun, not extinguished it?

Is there any time more beautiful than the morning after the rain, when the sun shines brightly through the clean crisp air?

Hope rewarded.

Blessings to you!

Love,

gina

Are you feeling the sun shining through this week?  Shoot me a comment.  I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.