Hope settles in quiet lines,
calming gems that fall from Heaven
with grace and purpose
dancing along sunbeams like practiced ballerinas
who know the crescendo is yet to come
and that it will signal something greater still,
patient whispers
stirring embers that cast the faintest of glows--
not enough light to reveal the path,
but enough to move us one step forward,
one step closer
to that sunbeam's reach
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grace, and purpose!