Hope begins like
the smallest acorn
that falls to the ground.
That same acorn,
at the first snow fall,
surrenders its hard,
encrusted shell and,
over the course of Winter,
seemingly vanishes
into the good Earth.
Has it disappeared?
Is it gone for good?
"No", is the resounding cry!
Then, a miracle takes place.
From deep within
the harden soil,
a green string begins
threading its way
through the rocks
and dirt.
And, all at once,
a seedling appears.
Its leaves turn
toward the sun.
And, with the
progression of time,
in its place,
will grow
a mighty oak tree.
Hope begins small.
Seems to vanish.
And, when all seems lost,
the tiniest spark,
appears.
And then, that tiny spark turns
into a radiate light.
