holding Hope

another emerging Day

awakening not

to the splendour

of unmitigated Sunshine

but the thunder

of Light cast asunder

unlimited clouds

obscuring the sight

of Dreams in flight

obliterating shrouds

through Sacred surrender

now rendered

as muffled messages

to the Magnificence

marked 'Return to Sender'

now reverberating relentlessly

in the Eternal

echo chamber

of my endlessly

redundant remembering

longing for less

internal castigating

and much more

intentional Tendering

of my weary

and wounded Soul

wary of wandering

in the wily woods

where i Wonder

about the Reality

of that Light

behind those clouds

and the Hope

that it's rays

can penetrate

the sordid

and Spirited Soil

where our needs

for affection and Love

are buried

and carried

as curse

or something

far worse

yet yearning

to burst out

in resplendent reminding

that those needs

are actually Seeds

in Divinely dirty disguise

curiously churning

and furiously burning

through layers

of darkness

to break forth

in Beauteous Light

into Radiant Skies

a more perfect Circle

of perpetual Reflection

an Eternal Resurrection

how do we hold

both of these

perplexing Realties

in paradoxical Hope...

the need

for the darkness

to be left alone

to do its work

so the Seeds

can be fully rooted

and the Seedlings

might become fully grown

with the deed

of solemn starkness

where we groan

as we wait

with baited Breath

for the Signs

small and green

to surge

through the Soil

negating death

and splurge

with new Life

into the Light

of another

emerging Day?

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('Holding Onto Hope' © Heather D.L.)