My Hope

imaginarygarden Hope and the Places That Heal You  Imagined By
“Not so much a place as nature itself”

Hope is found in the little things
flower pushing between two stones
a rose beginning to unfurl

calves suckling at their mother’s teat
lambs gamboling in greening fields
a spider’s web sparkly with dew

knolls of Ravishing daffodils
skies so blue the heart rejoices
after the grey of stormy clouds

Trees swaying, waving at the sky
the way the grasses bend and bow
yet rise back in graceful triumph

marigold seeds, cones of the pine
samaras of the maple trees
and all living things that reseed

give me hope as I cope with fear
it’s a seed dormant in the heart
that endures though storms are dreadful.

 

* Going out of town to a funeral, will respond to everyone tomorrow.

 

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7 thoughts on “My Hope

  1. Oh this is soo beautiful, Debi 🙂 I can hear your voice as it seeps into my heart and soul. Especially love; “marigold seeds, cones of the pine samaras of the maple trees and all living things that reseed.”❤️

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