The journal of hope
There is something that is bothering me, and I want you to check it out for me; I left a cup on top of the chair and when I returned it was not there. I thought I had entered something in my journal about it, but when I turn the page it was blank and my inner thought starts singing a song.
Every morning I run a mile around the track, and I document the scene with all the courage I’ve got. There are many stories that I have to tell, and one is how the dog fell into the well. It was mean spirited and unkind, and it barks at me all the time, even when I draw the line, but I often occupy my time to get it off my mind.
We look for things that we cannot see, and even when the boat is sailing in the sea, we glimpse it from afar, but as it gets closer, the universe expands and it gets bigger and reality confronts thee hand in hand.
There is a story that no one has heard and it’s how you kill the main character from the little herd. It is the story that everyone wants to hear, the story that came out of nowhere and took down the giant with a little axe, and how the village people accept the absolute facts and honor those that work hard to make it to the top.
There are lots of things in the journal for you to see, day after day, week after week of how I waited for some form of communication from thee. It is the story of how my heart bleeds and how my spirit weeps, when you pretend as if I am not here. For eight long years you never breathe a word about what is going on in the world.
You watched me work myself almost to death even when the universe starts to fret, you watch me come and go believing that it is part of the show; but for me life is real and that is why I am going to break the seal, so that the universe can rise up with a zeal. And when the temperature is right, I am going to let the bulls’ out to roam the street and they will put to up a big fight.
Yes, it is the journal of hope that clears up all the doubt; it is the journal of hope that causes the people to shout. There is something in the journal that you must see, that will clear the path and bring total deliverance to thee. I have several of them and sometimes they get lost when I cross the bend. Each time I move from a place I have to tie my shoelace. The scene will change but the story never changes.
The journal of hope clears away a mountain of doubt.
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