is hope a color?
a bright landscape of sunny ease and eternal possibility?
does it live in the heart of each moment
or is it as elusive as
pink bulbs spinning silver roots beneath a blinding snow?
a bright sun
wedging grace in and out of dark mountains, angry clouds.
must we coax it into being, or is it an open palm waiting,
a profusion of flowers when we need them most?
i imagine hope is as boundless as each upturned face.
the heart of every seed
bursting with life and our innate desire for wholeness.
i imagine hope is the motherlove of all life's challenges
calling us to greatness.
i am sure it is reborn in every offering of compassion.
i am sure it makes rocks sing, life bearable, the weary rise, wells fill,
the impossible; possible.
thank you for infusing me with each loving hope for recovery.
i am incredibly weak but have turned an important corner.
i could never have accomplished this alone.
i love you and am eternally grateful for your friendship and compassion.
if anyone realized how thin the string really is,
no one would take anything for granted.
today may all hearts be renewed, may we nourish and be nourished by unconditional love,
may our physical challenges redefine our life paths calling us to greatness,
may we always know the colour of hope.
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now tell me dear friends,
where has paradise taken you?
