Hope Arising

Hope Arising

Hope arises organically – not from thoughts, but from the pulsing of life within. Hope blooms like a flower of pale, non-presumptuous light, seeming so weak but nevertheless pushing back the frontiers of darkness.

Hope in the heart does not promise “good things” or that “things will work out.” It does not promote an agenda or solution to problems. Rather, it is the link to immortality from which the remembrance returns: “We are beyond all this.”


Hope in the heart is at once so gentle and so powerful that before it demons quail in helplessness. Hope does not motivate the boast that we shall prevail - it quietly reminds that we have never been defeated.


One person with hope in the heart is an invincible warrior, a formidable ally to those still adrift in fearful ignorance. One person with hope in the heart can move the seemingly immoveable – not through confidence in a false sense of “self,” but because hope is the doorway through which the unseen presence emanates from that world into this one.

Hope allows the transformation of lead into gold; it permits the renewal of matter by means of spirit. It is the conduit, the passageway, the facilitation, the means, by which divine wholeness comes into the realm of the manifestly broken.


When the first faint trace of hope appears in your soul, when that rare and precious bloom begins to unfold, when the subtle pre-light of dawn stirs, then rejoice and know that the ghastly years of living for yourself are coming to an end - and a wondrous age of service to others is opening.

For this world is desperate, aching and hungry for hope, smothered in its self-made darkness – the hell of hopelessness. And to you it will cling, though unknowingly, as the servant of the one true savior.