"Misery gnaws to the bone. Why then do we not despair?" - Anna Akhmatova
Because hope lives in us, perched in our souls, singing,
as Emily Dickinson describes.
But, sometimes we do despair.
Sometimes for a moment. Sometimes longer.
Thankfully, every dark night ends with a dawning.
Whatever your state today, may hope sing in your soul. Soft or loud, may its song soothe hurts, strengthen faith, and stir joy.
"All shall be well. And all shall be well..." as Julian of Norwich wrote. "All manner of things shall be well."
Holding hope,
Charlene
