Tag: hope
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these dry bones
these dry bones, have known the weight of dust. they have lain beneath old grief, buried under words I could not speak and prayers I thought had gone unheard. these dry bones, remember every wilderness. every season without rain, every night without answers, every road that left me too tired to believe there was still…
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When
When morning comes and shadows flee,When sunlight dances on the sea,When weary birds begin to sing,And winter loosens into spring.When broken hearts remember howTo trust the quiet present now,When tears have dried and wounds grow small,And we no longer fear the fall.When yesterday has lost its sting,And hope returns on fragile wing,We learn that endings,…
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Imagine
Imagining what I think he meantwhen he said that he would never leave.He meant not right now—but some day.I heard foreverbecause forever was what I needed.I filled the spaces between his wordswith promises he never made.A pause became hesitation.A touch became devotion.A night beside me became a lifetime,and every almost-loveI dressed in certainty.He never said…
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In Silence
And we sat there in silence,not a word spoken,but spoken just the same.Your eyes said what your lips would not,and mine had grown too tired to ask.Between us lay a thousand words,each one wearing silence like a mask.The clock kept talking for us,tick by aching tick,while shadows stretched across the roomand something in us slipped.No…
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Ode to an Ordinary Day
O ordinary day, you ask for little—no thunderous sky, no grand parade,just morning light across the tableand coffee slowly being made.The sparrows gossip by the window,the laundry dances on the line,a neighbor waves, a screen door closes—small moments passing, yours and mine.No miracle announces itself,no trumpet tells us, Look this way!Yet tucked between the hours…
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Where Dreams Go When They Die
Where do dreams go when they die— when hope folds up its silver wings and silence settles where tomorrow used to sing? Perhaps they drift beneath the bed, gathering dust beside lost things, or wander through abandoned rooms wearing crowns and broken rings. Perhaps they sink into the earth, small seeds beneath the frozen ground,…
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To Be—Anyway
To live or give up—that is the question.Is it better to keep taking every hit life throws,or to finally say, I’m doneand end the pain for good?Dying sounds like sleep—quiet, peaceful, no more stress,no more heartbreak, no more pretending everything is fine.But what if death is not the end?What if something comes after,and it is…
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What the Tree Said to the Acorn
“Little acorn, do not fear,Your growing season soon is here.Stretch your roots and reach up high—One day you’ll tickle clouds nearby!” Photo by Nathan Ansell on Unsplash
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The Wolf and The Sparrow
Beneath the pines where moonbeams played,A lonely wolf through twilight strayed.His silver coat caught evening’s glow,As silent winds began to blow.He wore no crown, he sought no fame,Yet every forest knew his name.With careful paws and amber eyes,He watched the stars adorn the skies.Upon an oak, both small and fair,There perched a merry little sparrow…
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Breedlove
Breedlove walks with pockets fullof rose-red seeds and cyclamen.He plants them where the sidewalks crack,then hums until the bees come back.He sprinkles kindness by the gate,leaves laughter where the lonely wait.His hands smell sweet with garden rain,with mint, warm soil, and sugarcane.He tucks soft wishes under treesand sends them sailing on the breeze.By morning, every…
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