Hope appears as a sliver of rose on the horizon after a night of lightning flashes and ground rumbling thunder.
Hope whispers, “I can” after days, weeks, or years of believing you can’t.
Hope nudges you out the door for a walk after too many days on the couch.
Hope encourages your fingers to write the first word on a blank page.
Hope breathes courage deeply into your lungs so you can tell your parents, your friends, your co-workers, “I’m gay.”
Hope energizes you to make one more call to help defeat the MN amendment that would exclude LGBTQ+ people from marriage.
Hope holds your hand as you say goodbye to a partner and start life alone.
Hope says yes to welcoming a new puppy into your life.
Hope applauds as you send your writing, artwork, songs into the world.
Hope lives in a seed that carries the memory of what it takes to become a tree.
Hope lives in your heart and remembers the beautiful, unique being you are.
Hope grieves with you.
Hope fills you with gratitude for life’s many blessings.
Hope says I love you to life.
Hope says I love you.
