Where there is ruin, there is hope.
Morning does not arrive to repair what broke yesterday.
It arrives quietly, asking only for attention.
Rumi knew this.
He saw how cracks are not failures,
but openings.
What feels ruined today
may simply be learning how to breathe again.
If you sit with the light long enough,
even the broken places
begin to lean toward it.
Hope often enters through what looks undone.
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