When hope trumps misery

The heavy hand of misery was laid upon man many years ago,when he was driven out of the divine presence and his original position lost,and has had a firm grip ever since.Wars,famines,genocides,natural disasters,calamities............All these things heaped up on man,who is born dealing with the misery which is inherited by every one of us,our inevitable and impending mortality.To speak of how unfair it is,is to waste breath,for it produces no remedy.Every where,every day,on every corner,in low places,and high places,misery permeates and wears at the soul of man.The standard sent forth to answer misery is called hope.Hope is the great equalizer,always there,standing in the shadows,waiting to give comfort to the miserable.Hope can be seen in the impatient daffodil,who all winter,has endured everything the brutal winter has thrown at it.,only to rise,shine,and smile;and for a brief moment misery is trumped by sweet hope.Hope is seen in the sunrise of a new day,the sunset of a finished day.Hope trumps misery when your children look at you with love and respect instead of resentment and anger.When at fifty eight and fifty five two brothers are still able to race up the side of a formidable mountain,as was done many years ago, and for a brief,shining moment,misery is trumped.When the soft whisper of southern winds calls forth a new spring ,misery is trumped.When all of these things are observed,and the presence of the giver of life reveals himself through them,misery,truly,is trumped.Look for hope,embrace it,never let it go.It will be there escorting us,comforting us,encouraging us til it isn't needed anymore.Til that which hope has been sent for becomes a reality.Embracing hope on Pine Log.