Searching for Hope Among Life’s Shadows
Trees bare from winter’s chill stand stark and rigid along the mountain slope. They appear as charcoal skeletons void of life. My spirit, weary and worn, searching for hope among life’s shadows, is drawn to the image outside my window.
As the sun comes up, a beam of heavenly light streaks through the trees, casting a golden thread weaving among the barren branches.
It’s a startling sight.
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