Hope

Hope is the fire

that shines brightest

in blackness.

A candle

twisting out

flames,

a burning eye

in the sky,

a star calling

your name.

You will know hope

best when she

is the only light

you see.

Find her

and follow her,

she will lead

you free

from the blackest

night of

clinging despair.

Don’t forget

her light

when

you are there.

Faith, Moth and the Moon

A story came to me about faith. It might be an essay or a poem. Whatever it is, it told me something helpful so I share it with you:

I sat in an airless room one night thinking about faith and thinking I didn’t have any when a moth flew at the window. He was trying to get out into the night. The moth flew again and again at the glass with his cream-colored wings and wouldn’t stop. I admired his tenacity and faith that he could find the moon if only he kept trying. I opened the window and let him out into the night. I knew he wouldn’t make it to the moon, what a silly idea, though I could not help but admire his bright heart.

Later that night I sat down to meditate. A moth flew in the window and landed on my face. I realised at that moment I was the moon.

And the moth, at that moment, had achieved its goal.