Hope

“I have seen flowers come in stony places…”
John Masefield

 

But really, how lucky am I?

Who else has seen what I have?

Because I have truly seen

an ocean of bright flowers,

but I have also come

by chance on beauty,

in the great, bare, stony,

unloved, un-nurtured places. 

 

This is another one for Amaya’s prompt at dVerse. The Masefield poem is, I think, a poem about trust and hope. It’s very short, and it’s one of my touchstones. This is really a riff on it, I suppose. 

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