Hope

A few months ago, I had a very lucid dream early one morning before rising.
A thought – recurring and insistent – entered my mind, gently saying:
“Let us hope, so that we may live…”
As this thought recurred, a number of lucid images appeared:
First, I found myself in Africa, in a rural and desolate place, clearly impoverished and
lacking any means of sustenance. A child, perhaps 10 years of age, was wandering through
this bleak and forbidding landscape, starving, and cradling a younger dying child in his
arms. And the voice was saying: Let us hope, so that we may live… I wept as I saw that
this and this alone – the spark of hope within the soul of this child – propelled him forward to
live. Amid the suffering and against all odds, only the driving force of hope sustained him.
Then I saw my own childhood – desperate at times and lonely, not knowing how I would
survive and not knowing how to go forward. And this thought was repeating: Let us hope,
so that we may live…
And so I saw at times that this was literally all that I possessed: The spark of hope,
somewhere in the crevices of my soul, keeping me going – even to today. Hope.
Next I saw all who dwell on Earth now, at this time of great change, challenge and difficulty,
and this singular thought was repeating: Let us hope, so that we may live… And I saw that