Dear Doubt- Upon the drought hardened earth I have called forth the rain to transform the earth into ink upon which the footprint of my scirch has been left. May the footprint left, like the wax seal of authority, stand in its fierceness and size. I have walked this path, perhaps invisible to you Doubt, as you would not yield any sign of my presence. I have been patient hoping you would see. But now, my mark has been made. The seal has hardened. Know with certainty that I am here. Like Buddha, when temptations of despair and unworthiness assaulted him, I have touched the earth which now bears witness to my presence.  I have never been absent, but you are dependent upon signs and proof. My mark has been made. And those who need no sign, know their voices join mine. In Truth….Hope.