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

Haiku: Morning Ritual

on February 28, 2020

Sitting surrounded
By puddle of newspaper
Where oh where is hope

8 responses to “Haiku: Morning Ritual

  1. Dale says:

    Gotta stay away from the newspapers! They only share sad and scary things!

  2. Resa says:

    Maybe the hope is in the vacuum cleaner?
    LOL! That’s me being funny. Every time I can’t find something smallish, I immediately think it’s been vacuumed up. I can’t count the vacuum bags I’ve ripped apart and the dirt I’ve sifted through.

  3. vivachange77 says:

    And then comes today’s news of Super Tuesday and the rearrangement of candidates.

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