Hope. A word whispered in the dark. A word just this side of faith, choked out amidst tears and pain. A tiny, sputtering flame surrounded by darkness. Illuminating and casting its glow to all around it. The genesis of all things; more than a spark, not by much, but more. With it the possible becomes possible. Beyond its pale glow things are difficult to identify and become more frightening. But, given attention and care, in time it can grow to illumine and reveal all. Hope.