Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte


on September 4, 2014

Dawn and morning headlines come.
Soul-crushing inhumanity
Revealing wills not taking form
To fight relentless foe.
Can a single one as I impact the world?

From out my window high near trees
I look at arching oak tree bough.
It tosses in the wind.
The squirrels seek acorn winter food
Trusting they’ll be fed.

Whatever winter winds may blow
Will take squirrels by surprise.
Can I not trust abundance flows
Beneath and through injustice of the world
And we will make it through?

7 responses to “Hope

  1. Silver Threading says:

    That was lovely!

  2. Your words are beautiful. I’d like to believe one person can make a difference. I live in hope too.

  3. vivachange77 says:

    Thank you. It’s clear from your blog that you live in hope.

  4. Together we will make it through!

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