Hope

Hope

 

Hope is the thing which tethers

Anchors us in a disintegrating world

When we are lost in the darkness

And all has turned to ashes
It rises like dust and smoke

From smouldering remains

 

It grows from the kindness

And friendship of strangers

The hand held out across

An insurmountable distance

The force that drives us forwards

Into a future that maybe unknown

 

Infused with empathy, faith and charity

It reaches out and enfolds us, as in a cloak

Fashioned of love and respect

It reminds us of our worth

And our humanity

At times, it can be all that we have

◄ The Hawthorne Tree at Night

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Stephen Atkinson

Sat 14th May 2022 10:11

A beautiful piece, Brenda. 🌷

Holden Moncrieff

Sat 14th May 2022 02:15

A really beautiful meditation on hope, Brenda! 🌷

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