The River of Hope I used to think we couldn’t hope things into being, but I was wrong. There is a river of hope that runs through us all.

The River of Hope I used to think we couldn’t hope things into being, but I was wrong. There is a river of hope that runs through us all.

Now is the giving time. I rest in the winter of my years, for I have been given a diamond star, and I am wrapped in Light, in a peace such as I have never known. Now is the giving time. Astonished, I step inside this place of wholeness, into this undiscovered country of Grace, where winged creatures speak a language I somehow understand, where trees converse, and flowers reveal the truth of sorrow, where the river of gratitude flows with unending music into infinite abundance

For Nelson (1943-2025) Bleak February, frozen rain, and one more friend gone into the unknown. Gone home to find that place to rest from...