Hope Sun 1

I barely can sense it’s shiver of awakening.


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!


I hope for it.

By Susan Ceely Phillips

Hope Sun 2


One response to “Hope”

  1. 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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