Every desire leaves a mark,
stretched tight around hope,
the heart’s causeway,
lined with lessons learned.
Every wish gives shelter
to rain-soaked petitions of perhaps,
familiar with the reasonable no,
but awaiting a better mindset.
Every whisper of why is
cued by a tilt of the universe
that brims with possibilities
found by careful footing.
To every season there comes a time
when hope’s next caress reveals,
standing in the doorway,
a view of all that is possible.
today, after hearing the news of your mom's passing...i find this poem hits a chord so deep and so true. you have a rare and unique gift.....thank you for sharing your poetry/love/ and wisdom with all of us.
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