Insight to Hope

The words of hope caress the heart with whispers of love. 

The promises of the past hold hope for the future. 

Longing for peace to fill her heart to find contentment in what she is. 

Will it ever be? 

Is it an idealistic view that she holds onto? 

Is it the hope of a simpleton that she clings so dearly to? 

The puzzle is too big. 

It is too wide for her eyes to behold. 

Her life is unfolding into something she cannot understand. 

It is in the moment that she wants to live in but yet in the future that she wants to be. 

A step forward is taken with carelessness but yet with such fearfulness it appears as if it were done with caution. 

Is it herself that holds her back from the dreams that live within her now? 

Or is it careful patience that directs her footsteps into the places she is to go? 

How can she know until she has reached a destination? 

It is with patience she hopes? 

Yet she wonders if it is patience that holds her back. 

Is it a dream or a hope of a dream that is inside of her?

Are there any others walking on this same path in this way? 

Or is it a lonely road to which she takes? 

Only Truth will direct her. 

Only love will be beside her. 

Only passion will drive her. 

Only desire will pursue her. 

Only faith will save her.

The people are calling out to her from the depths of her heart. Her land is drawing her in. 

There is a chasm between her and her calling. 

She is looking for the bridge. 

She sees that there is a path, a path so faded that it is barely visible. 

It is the quiet whispers that guide her. 

It is a silent breath of wind that she feels around her. 

It seems as if strength is seeping right into the very depths of her bones, embracing her every cell. 

This wind of strength is what keeps her on this path. 

It seems as if someone has gone before her through this very same way to foresee the danger so that she can be prepared. 

It is a weapon for her to use this strength that consumes her. 

It is not her own. 

No it cannot be hers for she is just a mere child with ideas and words too big for even her to ingest.
Allowing this wind to direct she takes that first step onto the well trodden path that is unfamiliar.
Within her emotions rise and swell like the storming ocean. 

There is only a light at her feet so each step is gingerly taken one at a time. 

She knows it is the wind that has already known the way as it has gone through, above and beyond her knowledge of the way. 

It swirls all around her changing directions but never deterring away from the path.

She cries out to help. 

She sees the need of so many all around her. 

Her heart can barely hold the cries within. 

Where is she going? 

What is she doing? 

Is she on the right path? 

It is hard to keep listening to the quiet murmur of the wind. 

It whips around her with whispers of direction only her heart can understand, the barely audible passages of a secret knowledge. 

It is with a hand that is outstretched for someone greater to take hold of that she is able to struggle back onto her feet to put forth another step onto that path of her destiny. 

It is with a deeper courage and hope within of seeing her truth that she is able to survive with another breath of life. 

All around her are words. 

Words of hope, mockery, strength, pain, hurt, love, guidance, comfort, and life constantly around her. Guiding her, strengthening her, and building her slowly into what the wind wants. 

It directs but she chooses. 

It is with choice her life takes turns along the path hopefully never deterring away from where the wind directs.