Pure gold in the early morning sun lay beneath a willow tree in the autumn dew in hopeful expectation of what lies ahead. Your optimism is your greatest gift, show love and mercy and may they never leave your lips. The hands you hold up to the sun are meant to heal the broken and bring life to the despairing. Let not your soul be consumed by obscurity, doubt, degradation, become a vessel of light, become hope, and become love. Unleash the full force of your creativity, tear down the walls and barriers that hinder your potential, complacency and sadness must end. Two hands clasped around an olive branch, two vessels of oil- one pure gold, one filled with sediment and dirt, a stone hallway and cobblestone...