In the course of our lives, there are times when we see our hopes and dreams diminished. There are times when they are smashed and break into pieces. And then, there are times when the bits that were are left behind are brought back together, like a broken vase that’s mended. It is our broken hope that ends up buried, returned to the earth and forgotten. The bits and pieces of this broken vase are like sparks of our hope. Like a fresh flower that buds and springs up from the soil. And then, another generation takes the bits and pieces of our torn hopes and sews them together, making them whole again.
