Hope

Hope is the breath of nature that surrounds us every day.

Hope is seen in a sprig that shoots up from the crevasse of a sun-dried rock, proving the water of life within.

Hope is the first ray of sunshine that peeks above the horizon without fail- every morning with blazing truth, telling us we can make it through.

Hope is dispatched when the moon rises in the dark night, fore-shadowing that a new day will dawn.

Hope swells within a sea-weary drifter when he spots a distant speck of a ship that grows larger with each passing wave.

Hope headlines commencement addresses, inspiring graduates as they embark on the new life that lies ahead, as they step out on the pathway strewn with possibilities.

Hope is the cry of a newborn baby once bound, new free.

- Excerpt from Billy Graham, The Reason For My Hope