There is a small stream that hides in the forest.
It stays completely hidden from my view most of the time.
Early in the morning with the help of reflected sunshine,
I can occasionally catch a glimpse of its location.
A dazzlingly bright shimmer dances and sparkles in the sun.
I’m being blessed with a beautiful reminder of its presence.
I think I will refer to these sightings as a glimmer of
hope.
I love thoughts that paint a picture that can be easily shared.
Just because you cannot see something does not mean that it
is not there.
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