Hope unfolds, a wrinkle in time,
boutonniere in a funeral pocket.
It whispers to the weary
when gale-force winds shout,
yet its stir conquers kingdoms
and uproots emperors,
one pale pink petal at a
time. Hope is one drop
of one wave of one ocean,
yet it carves out its allotment
of the shoreline with a steady
hand. It dares to grasp the moon,
sleep with stars, paint the
Sistine Chapel, bow at the throne
of heaven, bloom on a cursed earth.
Hope is the candle in the window
to call its sons home…
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
A great tribute to hope. We all need it far more than we think.
Absolutely true, Lyle. Without hope, depression is sure to follow – and the end to so much potential…
Great poem, hope keeps us alive! Well done dear friend!
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Aw, thank you Sandra! You are so sweet…
You sure have your part in spreading it to your reader … and I thank you for that! Blessings, and much hope to you today!
Thanks Heidi! Our hearts are heavy with several deep burdens these days – as I process, I am ever aware that hope is vital to living well – and I know where to pin my hopes!!
I will pray for you … I almost asked you if you were ok … I senses your heart was heavy dear … I am sorry …
Thank you for that heartfelt support across the miles, Heidi – it means a lot!
beautiful! …one pale pink petal at a time…love it
🙂 Thanks so much for your lovely comment!
Um, wow. Now that’s a work of art right there. By the way, I think it’s spelled Sistine.
Ooh, thanks Rob! I’m on it! 🙂
That’s small potatoes, however. Brilliant poem. Truly wonderful.
Thank you. Again, coming from the deeper places is what must do it – unfortunately written in some agony of spirit. The emotion must show through stronger somehow…
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A beautiful flower shot! The light coming through is really lovely.
Thank you! It is amazing how beautiful these little brave blossoms can be, even if they are only going to bloom for a few days. Quite a life lesson in that, isn’t there?
Your post inspired a smile, my friend. Thank you!
Russ
How wonderful, Russ! Thank you…
This is all beautiful, Mel, reverent with a sad quiet hope (or is it just me?)–I especially loved the last sentence/5 or 6 lines. God bless you big, praying for the family of the young man-love, sis Caddo
Ah, thank you. Hope is so very necessary, even now…
Lovely to see how you shaped those words from that one beautiful blossom. Makes me think of “Hope Springs Eternal…….”
🙂 Thanks, Gallivanta. Our nearest neighbours lost their young son this weekend, and I am trying to process it all. Hope is such a vital part of living with passion – and so easy to lose when circumstances are so difficult.
Indeed; hope seems to desert us yet it doesn’t really. it is more that, in our grief, we lose track of how to find it or recognise it. But perhaps that is okay because grief and despair have their rightful place too.
You are so wise. We need to process the grief openly and honestly for it to be free to eventually leave our system – and yet, also need to cling to hope in the midst of trials. A hard balance to strike, that’s for sure!
And the grief is hard to process if the prevailing emotional culture is ‘keep a stiff upper lip’.
I agree! Especially where our men and boys are concerned. We need to allow emotional expression and call it ‘normal’ to allow a healthy and healing grief process. Thank you for sharing in this with me, friend…