Sometimes life is messy,

and then, a glimmer of hope,

just waiting to be captured,

just waiting patiently for us to notice.

It is within the little things:

holding someone’s hand,

looking into their eyes,

telling them, “I understand.”,

letting them know they are seen.

Miracles happen in the most unexpected places,

in the most unexpected ways,

or they would not be called miracles.

In our darkest hour,

when all seems lost,

when suffocation seems to take over,

our body goes numb,

our minds drift into a vortex of,

what if’s,

we mustn’t forget —

nothing lasts forever,

even our very existence,

and therefore there is no need to worry,

for the glimmer of hope points to the North,

showing our way towards salvation.