hope surprises

Keeping hope alive with dVerse Poets in a “quadrille” of exactly 44 words…

 

hope dangles around courage’s neck,

name etched on soldier’s dog tag.

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image by lynn

 

hope throbs within young love’s heart,

hands held in first awkward clasp.

 

hope gazes into future’s eyes,

grandchildren carry family name.

 

hope laughs in fear’s masked face,

dove flies home after violent storm.

hope not seen

Sharing with dVerse…fits earlier prompts for list poem and sensory play.

 

hope smells

like fresh petrichor

of welcome spring rain

 

hope tastes

like first juicy tomato

of sun-ripened summer

 

hope sounds

like migration call

of swan o’er autumn field

 

hope feels

like flickering flame

of log in winter hearth

 

For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.

(Romans 8:24-25 ESV)

beginning shimmers

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art by felix gonzales torres

step into unknown

with trusting hope for each day

as new year begins

ephphatha: be opened

Prayer in “quadrille” form, exactly forty-four words…link to dVerse Poets


 

Open my hands

to receive extravagant grace

Open my ears

to hear shepherd’s voice

Open my eyes

to see beauty of narrow way

Open my mind

to know transforming truth

Open my mouth

to speak words of hope

Open my heart

to love courageously.

 


Jesus spoke “Ephphatha!” to deaf/mute man (see Mark 7:31-37)

hope springs eternal

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photo credit: MARKOVICH PHOTO ART

Doesn’t this beautiful photo of apple blossoms on orange background lift one’s spirit?  One more day of NaPoWriMo challenge to write 30 poems in 30 days!  A lot of mine were haiku/haiga  🙂

 

spring’s promise

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Magnolia theme and photo from  Carpe Diem Haiku Kai .  A haiga in honor of host, Kristjaan, who recently lost his father.

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At last!

 

A promise to return

after darkness falls deepest.

Hope hangs on the eastern

edge of history’s horizon.

Nothing can stop the dawn

from overtaking night’s domain.

 

The whole sky brightens with

cloud colors of blazing glory.

Light reclaims this world and

we earthlings stare, illuminated.

That morning begs a question:

Will you fly toward Him…or away?