hope is a bloom bursting

into the noonday sun

 

a breeze that lingers

and piques the senses

 

saltwater welling 

behind unblinking eyelids

 

a moment of silence in memory 

 

and another page waiting to be revealed

in the chronicles stretching from the cradle

to the place where so many wordless prayers

are offered 

 

to home and a place where the heart 

and mind can continue to heal