I want to write.
I want to do something that will make a difference.
Yet now, the words do not come.
Sadness clouds the desire to write.
Biblical bluster and platitudes neither inflame nor inspire.
Love slowly dispels the clouds of sadness.
I write that you may know the Life that you already have.
He is with you, beside you, and in you.
Look at the little..
A little baby who embodies hope for the future.
A seed which will produce a luscious tomato.
A morning sunrise which will burn away the fog.
The smile on the face of the face in front of you.
Be the hope which someone else needs.