I am grateful for Hope.
The box was opened; curiosity eventually being too strong a pull to keep the lid closed tightly.
And all the woes of the world were released.
Didn’t hope exist even before the lid was lifted a second time? Without hope, what would compel one to trust and lift the lid once again?
Yes – hope has always and always will exist.
There is no need for fear. Walk me out in the morning dew…