A Hope Yet Unseen

 



A hope yet unseen is nonetheless a hope.


A hope yet unseen is just as precious as an orderly array of stars. It is just as precious to the inner eyes of a beholder as a thorn on a rosebush. 

A hope unseen is a basin. It contains enough water for a day's work. A daylight's worth of errands is as simple as a trivial task.


A hope unseen is a weapon sown through divisive means. Yea, even as she weeps for history, faith need not trouble thee.


It is not for the threader to render less useful those visions the day had yet to bless.

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