My hope is in Jesus.

Hope is the whisper at the edge of night,
A candle unbending against the wind’s bite.
It gathers the broken, the weary, the small,
And teaches their shadows to stand up tall.
It hides in the cracks of the hardest stone,
A seed that insists it can bloom alone.
It sings in the silence when fear grows loud,
A sky breaking open, releasing the cloud.
Hope is not fragile, though soft in its tone,
It carries the weight we cannot bear alone.
It dares us to dream, though the night feels long,
Turning tomorrow into a song.

Collaboration
I move with others, not alone,
each voice a thread, each gift a stone.
Together we build what one could not,
a garden grown from every plot.
I honor the wisdom that others bring,
their vision, their laughter, their song to sing.
In shared creation, I find my place,
our hands together shaping space.
The more we join, the more we grow,
our light combined, a brighter glow.
Collaboration is my way,
I rise with others every day.
