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)
a poem in my pocket 