A Leaf to Turn

burnt edge

Life has hurt you; I can see

The scars from where you’ve burned –

If you’ll let go, that frailty

Could be a leaf to turn.

For something new to grow again

Where only wounds have bloomed,

The old must drop; there, space obtained,

Spring’s vigor can resume.

So say good-bye to autumn’s jaws,

To fronds aglow with strife;

For after Winter’s healing pause,

Your soul will burst to life.






Hold me when life’s cruel winds

strip my hope and mock my grit,

hold me when the darkest nights

replace true light with counterfeit.

When strength rings hollow,

valour rouse –

and hold me in your tender boughs.