Hope (sonnet)

Though looking long and deeply as we may,
A patch of muddy garden this Spring day
Reveals none of the life it soon will show;
That evidence of plenty slowly grows.
The same is true when we turn up our gaze
To blue skies, rain, snow or this foggy haze:
We cannot see what lies beyond the light
Of brightest days, much less in darker nights.
No matter where we go, whether by car
Or foot or plane, we never travel far
Enough to understand the whole world’s needs;
Our own The Other’s life still supersedes.
But once the heart opens in meditation,
It feels all Life–a single affirmation.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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