Sleep On It

Evening sky fraughtwith alarm – broodingclouds menace In morning lightall is redeemed –resplendent the day. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine.)

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Hopeful In a Time of Confusion

Anticipate salvation – the stork master spews cryptic babble Is there hope to be had? Don’t speak forked-tongue cannot decipher the yarn Suspect time alone holds truth experience will betray the lies integrity winning out in the end. (Image mine)

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Keep Compassion Alive

Hope’s a robot marching along endlessly sourced Compassion is flame ignited by love kept burning by care Fear annihilates dampens the flame darkens the path Hope persists follow her lead keep compassion alive.

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Blue Sky Moment

It was birdsong stopped me in my tracks distracted as I was by pandemics and ceaseless worry I looked up I looked up and there was glory white blossoms triangulated against endless blue sky Blue sky like a messenger from afar lifting my spirits stirring longing It was birdsong stopped me in my tracks I […]

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Possibility

What if loyalty purchased this house and commitment co-signed? We’d take out a mortgage based on love – interest only. What if our foundation was spiritual, our walls cornerstones of faith? We’d furnish our home with joy, leave room for wonder. Imagine the possibilities if we dedicated life to service, if we made union the […]

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Prevailing Might

The world, I’d say, is struggling to endure – upheaval the new norm old protocols redundant – insane the political thrum. Surely hope has remained, a constant flickering might.

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Persistence

Relentless this turmoil, fear-driven storm battering psyche, beating me down… Hope trails, a gossamer thread, a faint flutter, refusing to die. (Tuesday are for Twitter. ¬†Follow me @Vjknutson.)

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Stench

Dank, this current state, mildew and rotten fruit, the stench of redundancy – crave the petrichor of hope, the aroma of fresh soil singing praises of rebirth.

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Dare I Hope?

Hope glitters like rays of golden sunlight piercing the thick overgrowth of this life. Dare I respond, or is this merely the sharp deflection of light on tinfoil meant to keep scavengers away? (Dare I Hope? first appeared three years ago, when the four walls of my bedroom and the mattress I laid upon defined […]

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