Dear Emily,
Thanks for defining the
elusive beauty and enduring power
of hope
Life is more complicated now
yet essence is a melody
connecting us across worlds
Hope perches in my soul
at the oddest of times
a gleam in a tear
from an unexpected
act of kindness
It’s an inkling of a dream
that dares peak through
a crack in the ground
of an under-trodden soul
the surprise of a tulip’s
tipsy red cup pushing color
Into spring
Hope is not earned
in diplomas, titles and roles
or collected in treasure chests
but a choice of what to do with things
and without things
Hope is unclutching from self
daring to let go and
tumble down a tunnel
knowing that light
will appear if we fall towards
God’s hands
It’s persevering not waiting
striving not acquiescing
Hope is not a sitting pond
but a stream seeking its source
Emily send me some hope
from the next world
we can give this to each other
across time and space
be each others spring.
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