October Blog 2019

Hope
Is holding a butterfly in your fist
Hope is cherry-picking words
A taste on the tongue like a miracle
Hope is making deals with your God
A breath held waiting for morning
Hope is a teardrop
The last touch of a life well lived
Hope is saying the words I love you
Now . . . Tomorrow . . . Forever
Hope is writing a poem in the middle of the night
Hope
Is unclasping your fist to watch the butterfly soar