To hope in an ever changing world... is easier said than done. Things change and people grow while lives branch out to their own paths. And though I realize I cannot stop the world from turning and for people to keep moving on, I hold on to now to the little I have still hoping despite the fear of loss. But I hold on with my palms open, knowing full well that what I have in my hands can fly with the wind and never return... and if it is that which happens... I hope that the wind takes them to where they can take flight - free and happy.

And when I have nothing left in my palm wide open, I hope God would take my hand and lead me to where I can find rest... somewhere where the spirit lives on and cannot ever be broken.