Friday, October 05, 2007

morning light filtering through colour


We are all afraid. We constantly question our actions, our motives, our aspirations. It is our nature........we are born with an imagination which intimidates us into a shuddering mess of contradictions. Panic can scrape away our confidence OR it can motivate our hearts and minds to push through it. What matters is how we interpret our trepidations.


When we are face to face with our trembling shadows, we need to seek hope by engaging in action.......hopeful action......the kind of movement which will lead us to a commitment of stretching ourselves towards reassurance. It is the idea of hope, the perception that our hope is alive and well and living around the corner that will save us.


Reach forward........stretch as much as you can.........your fingertips will touch the warm heat of hope. If you can hold out , you will surely feel a sense that you are not alone. Hope transforms itself into love and belonging. Hope is where faith dwells. Hope is the language of our spirit.

3 comments:

Karen said...

I spend a lot of time over thinking things and being afraid of making yet another mistake. I like your thoughts on hope here and I would like to share a proverb with you.

He who has health has hope; and he who has hope, has everything.

JP (mom) said...

Wonderful post. I love the hope and faith that infuses your writing. Peace & love, JP/deb

Marja said...

What a beautiful poetic post "your fingertips will touch the warm heat of hope" I agree that hope is the language of our spirit. Hope and faith