Sometimes I meet people.

Special people.

In a crowd,

They can blend in,

But when you really know them you see:

They’re different.

In a quick conversation,

You still might not notice.

But talk a little more,

And you’ll realize they aren’t like others.

They’re gifted with a special light.

Sometimes they radiate with it,

And you can’t help but see it.

Sometimes you catch a glimpse here and there.

Either way,

Whether it shines through or not,

They carry that light with them.

And sometimes they share it with you.

When you are touched by that light,

You find yourself carried on wings of joy and love,

Off to a different place.

The City of Hope.

The City of Hope is beautiful and wonderful.

It has towers of golden happiness,

Pillars of sparkling strength.

It has velleys of luscious freedom,

Flowers of blooming joy.

It is the most perfect place you’ve ever been.

But it is locked to those without a key.

Some are given a key by a friend,

A family member,

A lover.

Some can create one themselves.

Others remain ignorant of the gift they hold,

And see that key as a worthless scrap of emotion.

Some are given such easy access to the City,

Yet never choose to enter.

And some take that key,

Explore the city,

And share it with the world.

What will you do?