Perhaps, the saline of our tears
Can also remind us
Of the majesty of the infinite sea.
Perhaps, the weight of our struggles
Can also beckon us
Closer to the bosom of the earth.
Perhaps, the throbbing of our pain
Can also make us feel
The immenseness of our hearts.

That is–
If the tears don’t make our memory hazy,
If the struggles don’t make us weary,
Or if the pain isn’t too enormous
That it causes our heart to break.

What do we do at the fulcrum of this situation-
When the odds are between insurmountable and miraculous?

We hope.

Because hope is the grain of sand that carries the ocean.
It is the blade of grass that rises from the dirt and brings life.
It is the delicate strand that holds a heart together and says it can continue

To love.