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Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Hope is a Garden

Hope is the teaching
All will be well, breathe, inspire
Lead with hope, brandished

Like fire, Carry it
Like water; water falling
Wet the garden soil

From a rusting pipe
Nourish, feed the wounded soul
Slake the naked thirst

The house has no roof
Our mother’s house, our father’s
Is a place of prayer

Exposed and crumbling
Fa├žade, the house has no walls
Collecting the wind

In the center falls
Water in the garden from
A pulsing valve, flows

Into flower beds
Speak to the stranger, villain
Vagabond, speaking

Wordless, the rhythm
Of the heart, beating in the
Language of birds, song

The soft whisper, hope
In this place there is love, home.
This bed is your own

Gather a vision
Filled in the pooling water
Listen to flowers

Bursting with pollen
Bright petals are wind-blown flags
In the shining sun

Hope is the teaching
Hope for the future of all

Weed and flower, one   

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