And then a young woman in rags asked, What of Hope? Does it matter?
And the mystic adjusted her scarves and intoned:
Besides love, Hope is The Almighty’s greatest gift to the world.
It costs nothing and yet, with its lens, anyone can see the infinity of the future and the scope of Creation.
It is the only thing that fills the eyes of both the young child in its cradle and the old man on his deathbed, for we are all born with hope for life and we all die with hope for life.
Every seed is an instantiation of pure hope for sunshine and rain to bring new growth.
Hope is the selfless leader, the soup kitchen server, the blind beggar.
Hope is in every rainbow and moonbeam; for these promise that sunlight isn’t far away.
When we have Hope, we have a future; without it, there is barely tomorrow. 
Wherever there is a person who can look at a pile of rubble and see a cathedral, there is Hope.
No one can take Hope away from even the most desperate, desolate, and degenerated;
For Hope sneaks past the tightest prison security, seeps into the densest, hardest, loneliest heart, and illuminates the darkest shadows.
Wherever there is Hope, there is love and there is The Almighty. 
Love enables Hope. 
Hope enables faith
Hope is your greatest gift to others. When you give Hope to another you are lifting up all of society. 
Remember that every step, every breath, every beat of your heart happens in Hope of the next. You live on love, walk in faith, but search in Hope. And in that search you advance the Divine Plan, for Hope envisions all of Creation.