The Coming
Hope came with the rosemary:
An unthought-of change born
as earth melded with purity –
white to sapphire,
Hope to the emptiness
The midnight blazed
in one brilliant gleam that gave
and gave and gave.
Hope came as a restorative;
a glow that remembered
and gave
and gave and gave.
Hope came and changed.
Look up.
The veins of the universe
are in the winter branches,
very much alive. Hope came
and now Love runs through
the intertwining life threads--
sustaining.
This love, as my hand rests,
held in yours,
is Peace.
Stillness comes like
a star when
who I am no longer
exists. I AM is
Peace: the comfort
of a hand that
never leaves.
Joy came – unexpectedly expected –
as peace. As a firebird in the way you
touch
your candle to
my flame.
A promise that Joy will return
out of the ashes
we created.
There is hope.
There is love.
There is peace.
There,
can you feel the light?
He came.
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