'Hope' is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul— And sings the tune without the words— And never stops—at all—
"New has come."
It's engraved on her arm, the arm she uses to cradle her 7-pound son. And he is proof: The new has come indeed.
For so long he was just a hope, a thought, a wish, a dream. Sometimes unfulfilled longings fade away, but others only grow stronger. The thought of him remaining just a dream was almost unbearable.
"Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life." Proverbs 13:12
And then, at last, he came. After lifetimes of longing and months of expectant waiting, he came; and with him came the uncontainable rejoicing. For every one ounce of pain they had endured in the longing, this fulfillment gave them double the joy.
This is hope fulfilled, my friends, and I'd say it looks very much like a tree of life.