I barely can sense it’s shiver of awakening.
But.
I stop in stillness,
Searching for the shimmer.
In a drawn down lip-line,
In a shallow breath,
In a tear-drop caught in its passage.
My consciousness whispers that it’s there.
My footsteps inch toward it.
It must be!
Because.
I hope for it.
By Susan Ceely Phillips
Susan, thank you for such a beautiful poem and magnificent pictures to go with it. Hope is such a powerful word that I hold on to especially in these challenging days. Merciful God bring hope to the hopeless in this hour. Amen
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