An Arc for Our Hopes

An earth-colored vessel carved in alabaster, its swirling bands like weathered timber or churning water, carries a single sphere of sodalite: our collective hopes. Like the ark of the old story, it exists to keep something precious afloat through turbulent times. The sphere is not fixed. It rolls freely across the sloping deck, so the balance between safety and loss stays precarious. The ship can carry our hopes, but it can’t hold them still, and their safe passage depends on a steady hand.