And the children
Always
Bring us hope
And the children
Always
Bring us hope
A slip here.
A falter there.
My wounds reopening.
I will not
Relinquish
My hope
To you;
Doubt.
Breath stealer.
Dream taker.
Saboteur.
You will not prevail.
Some mornings when I wake
I feel weak and dreary.
It is then I let hope
Carry me.
She is so full of love.
I allow her
Strength to move me
And I always end up looking to the heavens.
I always end up smiling softly to myself.
Often times
She wishes to hide away
(and She does)
Not because She disdains people and
Has lost all hope.
Quite the opposite,
It is
Because She loves them so.
(I do)
People.
Their wispy heart tendrils
Reaching,
Dancing as if upon
The wind
To
Connect
To one another.
So beautiful they extend.
Hoping.
All this love.
All this love.
I cherish a sunburnt country for the red dirt did
Cradle and heal my spirit.
I have felt the enduring passion of my English garden
And I forever keep the
Mountains of the far north in my soul.
I have felt the caress of oceans from east to west in my heart.
The southern sun has kissed my skin with hope.
They have all given what I need in moments,
In those times when I did not know what I was in search of.
I love them all and owe them everything;
I am owned by none.
I rise each day and journey on in trust.
You do it;
You did it again.
I start out so careful
But then i dive in
To
Depths
That i crave.
Hope is my curse,
Over and over
I cannot refrain.
You beautiful storm
Seductively terrifying
I start out so careful
But you know my heart.
you leave me reeling
in wonder
my mind in perpetual motion;
in a state of confusion.
Some people light a fire in you,
Some people put it out.
That is why you must be the keeper of your own flame.
When everything crumbles,
You are left standing alone
Realizing
You are your only
Hope.
Begin again to rebuild
On a foundation of self love,
Precious
Stone by stone
Your own
Home within.
Come closer
Dear soul.
Let me warm your heart
For I feel you have caught a chill.
These days have been heavy
And you have not quite been yourself,
Wandering hopelessly without shelter.
Let us create shelter in kindness.
Let us resurrect hope in togetherness.
I hold on to things
Life has left
For
Far too long.
I put them under my pillow
While I dream.
And
Weave them into the wild flowers in my hair.
I seem to carry a
Concealed hope
That they might come back to life
If only I
Love them enough.