deepest oceans of despair
this vast and somber
charcoal night of space
have you given up yet?
what hope lingers in the crevasses and corners of your soul?
i know you
you haven't given up yet
you are brave in this darkness, Saint Saturn
sometimes the bravest thing of all is to hope
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Hope is a radical thing in our world full of nay-sayers. But it is often the hopeful who are watchful and see the signs before all others. Who else but such a one sees the first signs of Spring not in the robin or the bud but in ever lengthening icicles, revels in the moments before a newborn cries aloud for the first time, or has the faith to find unconventional beauty in places such as arid deserts where nothing blooms?
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