Hyacinths

How striking a contrast That such hopeful bursts of purple rising up from frosted dirt Could symbolize sorrow, Yet it was my heavy heart that saw them first blooming Weakened in spirit and physical strength Wondering if I would see the rest of the garden come to life When life seemed to be leaving me.Continue reading “Hyacinths”

Looking Upward

Today I am frail but undaunted Afraid but not faithless Uncertain but ever hopeful In the face of this great, overwhelming unknown. In our suffering there is resilience Gratitude for each tiny step of progress Relief in the warmth of human spirit Looking upward, always, for traces of light. To live at all, is toContinue reading “Looking Upward”