We all look for it.

We search for it.

We spend so much time hunting for it.

That moment,

That sign,

That light in the dark to guide us when we don't think we will have to strength to make it through.

We seek it like a tether to sanity when all seems lost.

We grasp at it when the ashes of our lives are slipping through our fingers like water through a sieve.

Often we don’t find it.

We don’t see it.

We CAN’T see it.

Because we are looking too hard for that last shred of hope before we give up in dispare.

Hope that is as fragile as the last sliver of a dream that tries to float like smoke on the wind when we first wake.

We feel that if we protect the dying flame inside of us that flickers like the sputtering flame of a burnt out candle then maybe we might do more than just survive.

We deserve to do more than just survive.

But we won’t find what we search for until we stop.

Stop looking and just breathe.

You’d be surprised what you will see.

It will be a small thing but the hope is there.

Maybe not in the form or path we expect.

But it’s there,

Waiting to be noticed,

Waiting to be seen.

 11/29/2022