Tiny Bud
In the debris,
in the dust
rising from our sorrows,
we plant flowers
to lift us up.
Beauty and love always prevail,
never forget this,
even when all appears obliterated,
a tiny bud appears--
look for this.
Comments
Uplifting, Helene.
Spot on! The intrepid power of nature is a source of endless
amazement and reassuring joy. In any city street, its ceaseless
work is still visible. Look for the so=called weeds forcing their
way upwards through the cracks in man-made cement...as if to
say "Look out there, coming through!"
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Stephen Gospage
Fri 24th Nov 2023 10:59
Exquisite and profound, Hélène.