The Whisper of Hope. It is there.
It’s the finch scratching at the snow for that one seed that fell.
It’s the moon peeking out from the clouds with a smile.
It’s the flower, out-of-season, turning its face to the sun.
It’s your favorite song that plays when you turn the radio on.
It’s the touch of fur in the morning when you wake.
We will step. We may stumble.
Don’t lose hope. Look for the Whisper.
