“I won't give in to despair while stars are beautiful in the night sky and know we cannot leave here while it is always midnight, and there is only that hope that we grasped and pulled down from these skies. Here where it is midnight we cling to the play of children lining up little tiny drops of joy, small shimmers we hap to wish upon for two blooms in spring, three sparrows to sing to me, and four kisses in the sudden flash of summer.” HopeDespairMidnightTwo Three And Four Book:The Bones of the Poor Source: The Bones of the Poor
“Now we can arise from the ruins and do something better. We have freedom to explore the human soul. I believe in magic. In some sort of divine. In spirit. That we are all connected. I think modern subatomic physics informs what we know of the universe—that reality is strange, and connected where we don’t see it right away, that there is being, where our modern education has taught us there is only empty mechanistic material, as well as nothingness. But there surely is nobility. And beauty. And love. Yes, and miracles. And hope.” LoveInspirationalSoulSpiritualityHopeBeautyMagicDivineConnectionMiracles Book:Zin Source: Zin
“This light represents the finest of all of us: Our art, poetry and songs, discoveries, creations, and science. Our ability to pick ourselves up from a broken, mad, fractured life and feel part of another, and be part of whatever this universe is. To have a little bit of hope in spite of the madly ruthless, even horrific, drumbeat of history. In the midst of ruin, to discover some sort of unimaginable grace. To hide from death for yet one more day. On this, the darkest day, people will light a candle for all of that.” ArtLightSciencePoetryHopeGraceCandleSongsDiscoveriesCreations Book:Zin Source: Zin