We were walking through our woods, my lover and I, and were talking of hope for our hearts, which are always in need. As I was walking with my head down, an ailment I have acquired with old age, I saw a bright green leaf. Now, any other time it would be quite unnoticeable, but on this winter's day with all leaves carpeting our woods in earth tones of brown, a green leaf was as noticeable as a warm kiss before bed. I leaned over with the help of my stick and picked it from its winter residence. It made me glad, and my lover as well, as she exclaimed, “Oh! Where did that come from?” We both began to look heavenward at the tracery of dark branches against a lapis sky, but none seemed to miss this most exquisite gift of hope. I turned it over, and my lover softly whispered, “Oh, how beautiful.” Its lattice work of violet was as delicate as it was serene. “See,” she said, “it’s God's gift to you to say he knows you and has a hope-filled plan for you!”
We turned and, slightly bent, continued our ritual walk through our woods and over our mountain. I stuck the leaf in my pocket. I hopefully believed.
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