She is very small. Most who have seen her, describe her as a child no older than ten. She always appears in a faded pink party dress. The ribbons in her hair are torn and limp. They say she does not speak to the ears or the mind, but the heart. Only a small, hopeful voice inside the chest.
She is a goddess. Very minor and insignificant to the others, but a goddess nonetheless. She appears only when the situation is desperate. When the hour is most dire- only then will you see her. She comes with intentions to help. She is the goddess of wishful thinking, children's prayers, a fool's hope. She comes to renew the hope that you may still have, even if there is no reason to have it. She is a reminder to ignore the odds and dare to hope anyway.
If you ever see those sweet eyes staring up at you, if all of a sudden, there is an innocent child smiling in your direction, if you catch sight of her faded pink dress, you will feel something stir in you: a long-forgotten dream, a childhood birthday, a good friend. She will remind you of the goodness yet to be found. "Yes, yes, there is evil. Evil can be had here." Says her small, insistent voice. "But you can choose the Good. You have that power to choose. Oh, please choose the Good."
And 'hope' is a very dangerous thing to lose.
ReplyDelete