An old draft I've finally published:
It takes being content to see it clearly. To be calm in your fear, to be quiet and hear God's whisper. This however takes many moments to learn, many to capture, and many many more to master. But one day, when you have reached far past desperation, when you have almost given up hope, it will come to you. In only a glimmer: tiny, almost inconceivable, floating off in the distance. And you'll reach for it. And that's when you'll feel it at your fingertips. Love, dancing between your painted nails.