Hope and love and yearning

 

I've started listening to music again. 

Not my favorite classical music or American or Irish folk songs

Not Perfect by Sheeran or What A Wonderful World by Armstrong.

Not even Perhaps Love by John Denver and Placido Domingo.

I've been listening to old country hymns.

They seem to be right at this moment.

I don't believe in organized religion, or really any religion at all, but I do believe in something and these songs seem to be sung from souls that are earnest and filled with hope and love and yearning.

I believe in hope and love and yearning.

I believe in a universe filled with some ineffable power that emanates from the very heart of every one of us and every single thing that has ever been created.