Signs of Hope

I woke to the alarm blaring out the loud  sounds of static. I wearily rolled over to view the time. My world still out of focus as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, "For heavens sakes, its the first week of school and Sissy's going to be late!" I jumped up and made a mad dash in order to get the youngsters ready and out the door.

I really must give myself more credit. We ended up at the school before the doors were unlocked. Instead of sitting on the asphalt play ground for another thirty minutes, I decided to kill some time with a calm drive through the country side. There is nothing quite like watching the morning sun creep over the countryside.  Tranquility radiates from the tree tops while the light sprinkles splendor over the dew cloaked grass.  The glimmering lights,  revealing to my little world, with the most pleasurable of sights.

As the children remained still, the subtle beauty in the morning set the mood for a quiet time of reflection. Perhaps, they were in their own state of meditation or maybe they had just fell back to sleep. Either way,  euphoria blew through the open windows. We were all in a state of peace on this most lovely morning.

But as I drove on, I saw signs around every corner, lurking in unfamiliar forms of both good and evil. Awe, how this  brewed a bubbling dose of thought. So I reflect....


"I would be lying if I said that the state of the world doesn't lay heavy on my mind. I fret over our once so blessed nation as well as the circumstance evolving all around of our beloved world. I would be lying if I said I didn't stay awake at nights while the days tragedies unfold in my head. From the scenes of litter tossed along the road sides, to women and children being sold into slavery, the violence that's plagues our streets, wars a million miles away, poverty that is creeping into the once middle class America, to the greed that has struck wall street, and lets not forget the natural disasters, tragedies of every kind.  I do lie awake at nights with worry as my companion."

But those thoughts shifted away as the Belted Galloway's in the midst of the green rolling pasture called out for my attention. I listened as  the birds sang a melody that only a simple heart could discern. Peace was again restored as my truck crept to a small quiet intersection (both in the real and symbolic). Four roads, all leading somewhere. Standing to my right, a modest store adorn with simple signs of innate beauty, radiating a hope for man kind.

"I think we might be alright. Yes, perhaps everything is going to be alright after all...."





 Faith in mankind is all the insurance this homesteader needs and his faithful light illuminates a path for the rest to follow... A pioneer to good will.