still ever hoping

[continued from unfinished] ... Like Lazarus, I have been to the tomb and called out again.  This I do confess.  On this side of the grave, each day is a moment of consent when I must say to myself, I will will to see life through, tragic though it may be, joyous as I ever hope it will be.  I make the choice each day to live, to live a little more openly, a little more passionately, and a little more idealistically.  These are baby steps towards growth, for I am green yet again.