Jan 202014

Gray trees, branches, slatted wooden fence

but brilliant sunlight, cool, feels like spring


the heart opens

to the possibility

of early spring


but this is temporary. We will steel ourselves

for bitter cold, savage wind and blinding snow

we will hunker down again


Life is like that…Hopes rise, then fall

We steel ourselves inside, wait it out


meditate or pray, discover a place

of peaceful solitude deep inside


We rise, we sleep, we rise up again

Hope for radiance and healing return


Trauma induced by thoughtlessness

or evil intention eventually fades


as a creative, loving spirit

is rekindled, hope is reborn

in our lives



reaching out, touching

in our lives


in our lives

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