Hope is the reason we keep walking. Not uphill, not downhill, but walking. Sure we run into those times where it could be ups and downs, or backwards, but it's the act of walking that is hopeful. Yet it is also the act of crawling that is hopeful. Being knocked down, dragged around, beaten bloody, yet we claw, we scratch, we beg and plead, but we keep moving, we keep crawling...because we believe in a high purpose. A high place of rest and peace. A place where life and death are both freeing and solace is granted.
Although bloodied and broken; hope remains.
Although bruised and battered; hope remains.
Although crawling and crying out; hope remains.
Even when the world is crushing us; hope remains.
There is more out there than we can see, hear, taste, touch or smell. Yet it is the sweet aroma of hope that moves us. The outstretched arms that beckon us. The sweetness on our lips that bids us. The music on our souls that animates us. The unseen that draws us ever onward and upward to that sweet place of Hope.
I will keep clawing. I will keep crawling. I will keep walking. I will keep Running.
I will keep...
HOPE
For You and Me
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