Lost and Found
Lost in the darkness of my fear
there was no hope for me,
I could not see the light
beckoning me to surrender
and fall fearlessly into Love.
All hope is gone, I cried
and Hope whispered back softly,
its breath gentle as a lover
kissing my eyelids awake. Come,
Hope promised, there is light
beyond the darkness
and joy beyond the sorrow
and Love beyond the fear.
Trusting in nothing but hoping it was true,
I opened my eyes.
And there was Hope waiting to greet me
with arms full of possibility and a heart full of Love.
And so I fell into Hope’s embrace
and that’s where Love finds me still. Always and forever.
I saw an acronym for H.O.P.E. the other day. Hold. On. Pain. Ends.
My mind immediately thought, Love doesn’t. End. Love Endures. Love Captivates. Love Overcomes.
Hope is a gateway to Love. Hope holds onto truth in darkness, light in fear, possibility in despair – even when we feel like all hope is lost. Hope is holding on to us.
I remember a time when I felt like all hope was lost. Hope of ever getting my life back. Of ever getting free of an abusive relationship. Of ever walking in the sunshine and feeling its warmth against my skin without feeling the fear stalking my every step. Of ever seeing my daughters again. Of ever being free to Love fearlessly.
And then, one beautiful May morning, there was hope. Shimmering in the sunlight. Beckoning me from the shadows. Encouraging me to step away from the darkness into the light. To choose Love.
I have been choosing Love ever since that morning 17 years ago when I had given up on hope and fallen into the darkness.
I have chosen Love in my despair. Love in my fear. Love in my every day.
It is one of the most inspiring aspects of life I experienced working in the homeless serving sector for so many years. No matter how dark, or grim, or chaotic life was for those experiencing the harshness and pain of homelessness, every morning people woke up, rose out of their makeshift beds in large rooms filled with others sleeping in the same space, breathing the same air, and they felt HOPE. They had survived another night of homelessness and could take another step today.
There was always hope.
I remember a couple who wanted to get married at the shelter. One day, the soon to be bride came to me and said, “Tell me I’m doing the right thing.”
I told them I couldn’t tell them that. It wasn’t my place. What I could tell them was, “Love prevails. Always. It doesn’t care about titles or the number of degrees or recognition you’ve gained or the colour of your skin or your address. Love prevails. It will find you no matter who you are or where you are.”
And it does.
Find us where ever we are.
For always, no matter what is going on, or where we are, or how we are, Love is always there. In everything. Always and forever. Love. Is. Everywhere.
And always, in everything we do. Everything we say. In every way we step into this day, hopeful. Scared. Sad. However we step, we can, and must, choose Love.
Because, while pain and storms and turmoil will end, Love prevails. It has no ending, nor beginning.
Love just is. Love.
Always and forever.
Thank you David for the inspiration this morning.