Hope has a way of lying in wait,
a covert operation,
disguised under fallen circumstances,
accumulation of littered dreams.
Just when the next step seems impossible,
the breath of heaven stirs,
tantalizing waft,
and there it is –
a glimmer,
a hint,
a whispered nuance;
Hope
underfoot.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Cool Image!
Thank you!
Reblogged this on Teacher as Transformer and commented:
On Canadian Thanksgiving, we give thanks and await, with hope, for the next moment of thankfulness.
This is heartwarming and my favorite for today. People perish without hope – yet can endure such intense suffering with it.
Blessings ~ Wendy
Thank you Wendy!!
This is SO, So Wonderful, Melody! I like “covert operation”–Agent Quicksilver, you know… I need to go back and find that other photo of yours–you have really cool stones in your garden! God bless you–love, Caddo
I thought of Agent Quicksilver, too! 🙂 These are tiny stones imbedded in a home made paving stone – I never knew what lovely lessons were waiting for me down there!!
WOW!
This one is really dear, Melody! Thank you for keeping the poetry and our lessons coming!
Thanks Debbie. I was so excited to ‘find’ these forgotten pebbles, and realize the beautiful way they could teach us about life. Fun!
Lovely