In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.
Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.
It is my hope that during my brief passage through this universe, that I may share with you the joy of hearing the music of the stars... knowing that the composer was from a distant place and the songs were written eons ago, which now fall gently on this place for all to hear.
Hope is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
The point about hope is that it is something that occurs in very dark moments. It is like a flame in the darkness; it isn't like a confidence and a promise.
Hope is the pillar that holds up the world. Hope is the dream of a waking man.
Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
As we wander, grieving, in yet another dark moment, amid our pain we must struggle to remember the redemptive power of love and hope.
No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible.
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