Hope is dying because people think in earthly terms. But hope is divine, eternal, spiritual. As soon as you lift your eyes just a little toward the heavens, hope begins to smile at you, approaches you, embraces you, lifts you in its arms, and carries you into the unknown. Hope never dies. It eternally resurrects. You will always find it beyond tears of sorrow, beyond loss, beyond sleepless nights, beyond conversations that deeply wounded you, beyond a lost game, beside a burned home, at the end of an exile’s journey.
Hope is where it is absent, where you cannot find it through earthly means, where all seems lost.
This excerpt is from Tomislav Ivančić’s book Oases of Life. Translated from Croatian and prepared by Ivo Grgić.
