There it is again. Hear it? A spark of life, and where life is, there is hope.
The ruins of yesterday can be rebuilt. The harsh edges may be smoothed over. The debris and the wreckage can be cleared away and replaced by new, glistening structures built on a foundation of love and peace.
The pessimist will say nothing good lasts forever, but neither does anything evil. All things must pass, which makes the good things more precious and the bad things more bearable.
At the start, today is a blank sheet, an open space to be filled. And let it be filled with wonder, and joy, and perhaps a bit of whimsy, and surely with a hope for an even better tomorrow.
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation in my heart be on these things, the fruits of the Spirit, the best of our angels, the machinery of joy.