hope

It is the storms that keep us

nourished.

When the sun returns ,

it is then we flourish.

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Poetry in motion

A magenta glad opens;

Grace adorns in verse.

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wild crimson flower

Lace of liturgy adorns

Hopes of tomorrow .

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I wake to see a

Crescent Moon hanging just above

I look in awe as I have done so often

Stillness as quiet as the sky is black

Yet the lovely light shines on .

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What happen to the laughter,

The joy that once was there

A dark deep cloud began to rise

A sickness undeclared 

It swept across in human life

Unseen but still so real

A enemy without face 

Claimed all it set out to kill.

The cries within the elderly 

The beds of sick and dying 

The young, the youth,  left 

Behind found alone and crying.

What happen to the laughter

The joy that once was there

Now we gather in brokenness

Now we gather in despair….

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The sky begins

To rumble

The earth breaks

And begins to crumble

Bulbs push up

To soak in rain

And signs now show

Spring returned again

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I ran this morning

On ice and snow

The trees glisten

The ice fairies glow

I hear the geese

Sound celebration

The storm is gone

Now jubilation

As I crunched

My shoes as I run

I looked up to see

A heart shaped sun

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