Hope-filled ideas.

 

I want to write more.
I tell my husband as we drive towards home.

This is my intention for 2024.
I tell God, and now you.

I want to find the hope-filled ideas.
That are always sitting beside the sadness.

I want to offer beauty.
To anyone who is looking.

I ache for meaning and purpose.
It seems to be in shorter supply lately.

I fear there is too much pain now.
Too much to hold alone, anyway.

I offer my heart, to you and to God.
And to anyone who is looking towards home.