The moon is full tonight. Its wholeness seems to give me hope. As I sit under its light and ponder over the state of the world with my dear husband, and good friend... The world might seem like a cold and dreary place --but we remember that it is a world where even the night is not totally dark--the warm air--the birds with cocky attitudes flitting about--there is hope. A hope that I hang onto and see around me in my relationships with others, and a world who hopes with every breath in its own redemption. I hear its pains, and see those glimpses of the world that is to come.


One day...................