When you thought you had lost your path, beneath all your fears – I am there.
When meaning is gone – I am that meaning.
When truth seems hard to find – I am that truth.
When even love seems a bitter thing – I will take that bitter cup from you
and you will taste the wine of my forgiveness.
Come back with me to the centre of the things and be held, not torn.
Each day is an opportunity for hope.
Learn to hope in God – even when hope seems impossible and beyond.
Learn to hope in God’s grace – even when the rules of the world cry out that your values have no currency.
Learn to hope in God’s love.
Hope is as tender and ephemeral as a new shoot but – it can make the desert bloom and the song birds return.
From – The City is my Monastery – Richard Carter